BiographyofRed8
Joined January 2009
“To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are”
Pablo Neruda
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Journals
Humidity
On a humid night of spiders / The pacific smell of nutmeg / Wafts through iron barred windows / Of houses in old milk-bar store-fronts / Groaning with the little pieces of wisdom / Sold for the white-shaking habit of renovated tax-refunds / The dead man walking remains / Beneath a fountain of different flowerings / His hospitality in death chants / Olive branches from the old country-drawing his …
Hosting Groups
- This is lust / It is craving / It is unrealistic / It is a high / And it is a low Mood Sessions
- All the rubbish, plastic bags / Would fill the sky / With a blanket of gas-mask smoke / And the fish would fall from the clouds / The earth would open up / Like a poppy-flower opening in slow motion Songs of the City
- Peel the skin from the orange light / She whispers husky wine stains / In the shape of psychologists cards, whisper the lips / To the ear, whispers in the dark, when night / Opens up the silences, dr… Colours
- Doodles etc