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Flower Blows, Hope_

When you’re hurting, other people’s suffering isn’t necessarily a priority.

Yet, you understand the pain.

Giving time and money is a luxury, for many,

but compassion, good vibes,

if it helps, I can do.

Ipso facto, best wishes for the world and its people:

drifting gently in the wind.


(To be continued…)








Flower Blows, Hope_

As is natural among the desperate

(which is to say, most of us),

she reads too much into the other’s gesture.

Hope springs, somewhat eternal,

beyond inevitable;

we don’t *truly* want to believe infernal.


(To be continued…)








Migren, Headache, Tee, Utro


If all the people in the world,

suffered from migraine agony,

at the same time

and to the same extent.

Maybe, just maybe,

we’d be more considerate to each other.

… But, if so, how long would it last?


(To be continued…)








Silhouette of woman in yoga lotus meditation position front to s

I didn’t ask to be born.

I didn’t ask for this or that thing to go wrong.

Nevertheless, I live, and *try* to believe the best.


(To be continued…)








Задумчивый_ Pasquale Picazio (1947)

Got something to say,

different ways, every day:

inner dialog.


(To be continued…)








Devushka s Knigoy_ Almeida Junior

Preacher gets dirty on philosophy,

not realizing it is, by definition,

the love of wisdom.

And how more Godly could we be?


(To be continued…)








Flower Blows, Hope_

Warmth and inner glow,

moments, when I’m left alone:

freedom to be me.


(To be continued…)








Walking Away, Alone, Snow

Beautiful freedom

in being ignored,

freedom to reciprocate:

my time and mind, expressive,

can be mine!


(To be continued…)








Linköping Bloodbath_ Gustaf Bids Farewell

And so, in the past-present, wishfully I wonder,

perhaps it’s all been some entity’s idea of a wicked practical joke:

yesterday’s progress inversion; death, despair, turmoil.

“Happy April Fools!”, mockingly he will say, today,


And we can all go back to “normality”.


(To be continued…)








Flower Blows, Hope_

So, pretend it’s my Birthday,

and you want me to be happy.

Can we also pretend that everything is OK?

That we’re living in harmony.

That things are the way they should be.

That machines work and people have heart,


truly caring about (*every*) each other.

… Peaceful bliss!

Can we imagine, hope, believe,

the seemingly impossible?


(To be continued…)