Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    

GLORY , PRIDE , GARLANDS (3)


Garlands
Around my soul,
Leaves scorched by their inner autumn
Seem like a human purgatory:
Rootless. Unquenched.

    

DAY - DREAMING (1)

Dream: the throat of my double sigh:
The one that wants to find the past.
The one that wants to lose it.

    

MAGIC MOMENTS


Rain, unmixed with oblivion,
Filled my eye.
I walked
Upon images of God in the water
In my mouth- the sky.

    LONELINESS (2)

Maybe loneliness
Is a wounded bird with a single wing
That can’t return home.