/|\ Invited or not, willingly or not, dragged or pushed we are already on the next turn of the wheel. Fecundating the South that soil gives away even more life, regenerating the North for more sprouts are coming. A stretch turned turns turning, even biased, for turning we will, fecundating and regenerating for life turns. […]
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/|\ A solstice with parallels sneaking away form their masters for oblivion will be turned off. South rebirthing, North reproducing, the wheel stops not even if thwarted. Parallels will run into each other. Quietly for fright knows it’s the creature of those who left, parallel dispensers of fire and water. Sailing across parallel territories keeping […]
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Wheel of Life: Quarter May 2022
/|\ How to do it? To tell the journey in three planes and everyone taking notice? How do you draw a gate woven by other three endowing a spaced trajectory? How do you compress the incommensurable destiny of acacias scattered before departing? Forty five days later we will have lived in three planes just as […]
/|\ The wheel turns and the planet’s alchemy balances the South and germinates the North, the dry bounces the wet, and vice versa. Rotating, sometimes against the wheel, sometimes senseless, sometimes with sense, rebounding between absence and presence. Rebounding we cross the sidereal space for here lost waves discharge, colliding, fusing, illuminating. Bouncing off each […]
/|\ South will regenerate, North will fecundate. Both heading to the West. Mysterious. Always. Out of the radar. On the other side. Strange journeys, made of electrifying winds to complete the other side. Incompleteness knows not its totality. Blowing on the skin and between the eyes other views, landscapes, beings. Distributing missing links. Between us, […]
/|\ Of these sidereal spaces propagating at supersonic speeds too little will be said, for stealth or to avoid embarrassment. In these lands reproducing endlessly, space and kingdoms included, energy streams saturate the air to the point of extenuating capacities. In our lands, clinging to the soil, frequencies struggle between slow density and supersonic energies […]
/|\ Of these sidereal lands nothing will be said, little will be heard but we’ll ask a lot. Their airs fill us with questions. May answers not be silenced, may light water the voids, may the veils be lifted. If we ask, we drank their airs, if they ask us, we’ll be ventilated, if we […]
/|\ Vain attempt trying to see equinoctial lands, landscape shows worlds upon worlds rotating in a hurry, settling none. Did Giants dispose these lands? It’s not known. Just that they are off-world and this world is off. From a world or many somehow will reach us jasmine auroras and smoked twilights with firewood of […]