*** At night, when people don’t part, In the beige house on the blue lake Surrounded by a number of rocky mountains, Between terra firma and watery nothingness, Not a living soul…
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*** Your shadow climbs the mountain, And the wind sighs between your arms, Long corridors of arched shoulders Through which I eye the spire of a church, I sense the…
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*** I have to see you Before I can imagine, Imagine the beginning When I learned to see, To see you sitting On the floor in paints, In paints you…
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It was an old dream of Joseph Brodsky, the Russian-born poet, American Nobel laureate and Italophile, that scholars, artists and writers should have a chance to live and work in…
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*** You taught me how to heat the stove, Admire fire, walk the mountains, Petrarca’s songs, To recognise the herbs, That even in the midst of human hell There is…
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*** The room we stand in now Is full of desire, Of the desire in these Oversized almond eyes, Of the desire that leaves Watermarks of Nature - The great…
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*** The long flow of honey From a spoon Into a cup of chai, The slow motion of ripples On the black tea Surface, The immovable moment of morning, A…
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On the 3rd of March, LUCA School of Arts (Ghent/Brussels) organised a PhD seminar 'Intercultural Artistic Research’, where I got a chance to reflect on my experiments with symphonism and…
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*** Who is my translator In this foreign world? Will I ever cross The thermal baths Of Bagno Vignoni With a burning candle Consecrated To love on Earth? Is it…
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