reading

to read poetry is essentially to daydream

poetry lost...

...and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

revolution?

to create is to resist.

solitude

how happy the child who really possesses his moments of solitude.

poetics

an artist does not create the way he lives, he lives the way he creates

Federico García Lorca

Then I realised I had been murdered
They looked for me in cafes, cemeteries and churches ....
but they did not find me.
They never found me?
No. They never found me.

THE SMILE - william blake

There is a smile of love,
there is a smile of deceit;
and there is a smile of smiles,
in which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hate,
and there is a frown of disdain;
and there is a frown of frowns
which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the heart's deep core,
and it sticks in the deep backbone.
And no smile that ever was smiled,
but only one smile alone --
That betwixt the cradle and grave
it only once smiled can be,
but when it once is smiled
there's an end to all misery.