To my grandma, Iskra (a sparkle), who taught me to shine brightly, to take every day as the first one. And a buona nascita to my new sparkle - dear…

This is a tale of two in a museum. This is a tale of a museum full of secrets. This is a tale of secrets between two lands. One -…

*** You know what I miss? You Painting, When you take out The inner sounds, Major and minor, When your fingers Come weightless, As feathers or as Stravinsky’s, When you…

In the end, there is always a lake. This time surrounded by curves of mountains, Their elegance embody an image of your sunlit dark-hair - Such are the noons here,…

*** Here is a kiss, So long and so shivering, With a taste of a dewdrop, Too fragile, too tender. An atom of that dizzying intensity, I fold it with…

*** Going from top to bottom Or feeling the world from left to right: Flatlands are never purely horizontal, Mountains often give up Their vertical nature, When seen from above……

*** Where does the climb end? I'm standing strong and bold on the battlefront: From the deck of a blue hill Adorned with saffron, orange, and green, I squint at…

*** The last boundary between land and sea - The Lighthouse - Nieuwpoort. Where the rhythm of North waves is a soundtrack to stargazing, where the night sky remains the…

The silence of every sound, Illogically placed furniture, We don’t see our faces from the outside, Stopping dead before rosebushes. Asthmatic if denied kisses, A pair of fixed wings When…