Modigliani, Italy   Day and Night Like the wind passing through the leaves, so you pass through my mind. Like a bird sleeping in a tree, so

  The Atoms   Homage to Mme. Curie   To live is the most intimate thing in the world. It is to feel on your skin that caress

Everything Changes, Everything Remains        The nameless is the origin of heaven and earth        ─Lao-Tse So much has happened, but nothing has changed only apparently everything seems

Electronic Love Love is on sale in the shop windows of desire in the Book of Faces where everyone is taking a selfie with the duck face of

ON THE DEATH OF A DAY-OLD CHILD All dead, day old children will welcome you. The wind will sing my lullabies to you, when the sun falls where

  What’s Done Is Done   What’s done is done. The unpredictable occurred: The coronavirus. It’s a storm that could last quite long, breaking the bloom of branches

MY LUCKY ENCOUNTER I had a lucky encounter with the swans that marked my whole life, a miraculous moment between the lake and the forest. They invented stillness.

17th April is International Haiku Poetry Day The leaf of a rose returning to its long stem, purple butterfly. Moritake *** Smell of plum blossom— suddenly the sun

In memoriam the great Polish poet, Adam Zagajewski “Poetry only has an extra value, when human life is in danger” Adam Zagajewski I must not live in a

Residue Short or long life everything what we live is reduced to a gray residue in our memory. From the old journeys remain the enigmatic coins pretending false