Whatever appears to leave us, actually does not leave…Whatever appears to stay with us, actually does not stay.
Nothing remains.
Everything is a mystery of constant gain and loss, where only tears and broken dreams find our heart at dusk.



DisintegrationBetween going and staying, the day wavers; in love with its own transparency… All is visible and elusive, all is near and can’t be touched; for all people and things rest in the shade of their names…

Memento mori…

Memento mori...

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

The dream

Dance! 1

I have dreamed of you so much that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a shadow, one hundred times more shadow than the shadow that moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life…


In the strictest intimacy…

In the strictest intimacy

Solitude, the only cure for loneliness, is a cluster of fixed moments of sadness which bear the power to reveal things that often escape us in the movie of life… So, darkly I gaze into the days ahead and see her might beneath the touch of time, sinking in the sand like a priceless treasure.


Angels & Demons

Angels and Demons

I am overcome with emotions about a new today and a long-forgotten yesterday, like thumbing through the pages of an old book…

I don’t want to be reminded, but to forget would be a disgrace; so I continue to open my eyes and force myself to see.

Dundas By Light

Dundas By Light1

A neon-blue sky illuminates this winter evening… I sit quietly, resting in the dissolving day, while the streetcars pull movie-goers, bar-hopping, junkies, lovers and tourist to and from the urban core. All around the city hums, alive, but thousands others, behind paned glass, are fused to the flicker of television.




I run a lens over a canvas, to blossom flowers of emptiness and spread the fragrance of the dimensionless figure you handed over me in a crowded street of despair .
I own a pen, too, and hatch words of sorrow to fill my unbearable void… But I still miss, thousand miles away, to even frame the picture of your shadow.

Forever Untitled

Forever Untitled...

Solitude, stark and staring in unfathomable splendor, sings softly of my unspoken silence; unseen, unbroken, transfixed by time…


The only way out

The only way out

I travel through people and their sad stories, with a bag full of outrageous blessings on a quest for truth; while a dream of hidden death is embedded in my pictures, drenched -like flowers- in nectar of tears… For I know that suddenly, in a smile of pain, my heart will bleed and wane to a cold, pathetic bye.