I found a ruby in a pile of stones it was rare and shining. It’s just a pebble the Expert said but even a pebble longs for being

What do you expect from the future? A few more wars the poisonous envy of the countries the smooth conversations the pathos of the politicians the not answering

In the eyes a glister of moonlight a soft breeze like sometimes a word a hand gesture or an embrace a glimmer of light, things for the heart.

A pine tree stands lonely in the north on a bare hill. He dozes, covered with a white blanket of ice and snow. He dreams of a palm

In a foreign city with an incomprehensible language you are walking along unfamiliar streets; not even the water of the river which flows under the stone arch of

Who keeps the rock on track? who mows the grass? who closed for us the places on the other side of the road? Those who ate with spoons,

Walking upon the earth All alone by myself, I swing up my black walking cane And make a heavy thrust At the hard cold crust of the earth,

Leave me my own world that very small world of mine so fragile, so frail   Poem by Germain Droogenbroodt – Drawing by Satish Gupta From: “Dewdrops”, 100

In my deepest dreams, the earth cries blood Stars smile in my eyes When people come to me with multi-colored questions I answer go to Socrates The past

Centuries later they will find when of a society which has consumed itself only the remains will be left of the small Pharaoh inside a broken refrigerator, buried