Do you feel hurt, then, why don't you blurt, Walking with those eyes down, every day, round and round, Why put up a face, to show you are fancy and brave, Things are not bright, I know it, I am right, Talk to me, without any fright, maybe, you will feel a bit light, Please… Continue reading Are you Alright?
For the love of languages... Spill a word ! Origin: Spanish A heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity. It comes from inside as a physical/emotional response to art. It is what gives you chills, makes you smile or cry as a bodily reaction to an artistic performance that is particularly expressive. Federico García Lorca first… Continue reading Spill a Word: Duende (art)
It was moonrise, I sat by my bedside, The muse invites, to show me its side, Well! I briefly sigh, mumbling to decide, This! should I write, or, shouldn't I write, The mind scares, but how will it look like, A judgment arise, to the inspiration that arrives, The heart opens, ..., be gentle and… Continue reading Love Thy Muse!
After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to realise, what my life really looks like, Awake or at night, both seem alike, either, I drown myself to write, other times, I keep up to survive, After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to secretly realise, what I,… Continue reading A Wise Mirror
As an artist, we cannot simply observe from a distance. We have to breathe, immerse, surrender ourselves to the inspiration that has knocked on our door at that moment, and we intend to honour it. There is something about our nature that just doesn’t allow us to let pass the opportunity. We dig deep and… Continue reading Nature of an Artist