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AS  World perspectives in eclectic squares

Olding Russiya
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Where do I go in those hours, the dusk of my soul?
Who am I with the weight of memories, those I am still capable to remember?
Is my remaining companion the flatter of doves?
My flesh is a transgression of the borders of time and my mind an impressionist's sketchbook stored in the attic. My world is a mist, a dilution where I know the street-birds by their names.

Olding Russiya
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They are dragging not only their skin but their experiences; they are storytellers, collectors of scars and carriers of wisdom.
It came to them unannounced, being constantly present, mostly unnoticed but every day, every second inviting itself deeper into the house of their being.
Age is the collector of a debt made with the stars: it constantly knocks on your door until it gets its pay.

Olding Russiya
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And so it holds a secret within a secret within secrets, dressing the matryoshka of personal history inside outwards. It is one constant companion, driving the chariot of fate into that pit of bones, it is the antiquity of the body and safe-keeper of sighs.
October of a life, old age defined.

Architectonia Vilnius
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Sometimes, somewhere in between we find our place.

Architectonia Vilnius
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Like our own personalities, urban spaces have their alleyways, backstreets, dead ends and hidden corners.
Our inner, darker spaces find a way of taking external shape and form for the ghost within demand their temple without.

Architectonia Vilnius
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There are ways of looking into the eyes of a city, of glancing into the soul of a place; places are their people, their smells, their fauna, the music reverberating through their walls and their walls itself, their architecture.
May it be concrete, wood, clay or cloth, the skeleton of a place holds its muscles together and safeguards its spirit.
What do your bricks tell of you, dear Vilnius?

San Juan por la gracia de Dios
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Onlookers stand at a house-front and watch as the procession in preparation for the Fogueres de Sant Joan passes them by.
In this particular day, the Queen of the Fogueres was being picked, so lots of lovely looking candidates walked through the streets in skillfully crafted, traditional dresses. A delight for curiosity and the eyes.

San Juan por la gracia de Dios
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Words of godly nature are shouted out at you every day, shoved down your throat, pushed through your cornea and squeezed into your pores. You might have become numb, for life has become usual, normal, routine. Divinity is you and all around you. If you want to hear god's voice, don't quiet, speak out for you are it.

San Juan por la gracia de Dios
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May god bless the humility and formality of tradition, of good faith, of kind hearts, of pure love.
In a shot of confronting generations, girls prepare for their first communion in the town of Sant Joan d'Alacant during spring festivities.

Bajo Boats I
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A vessel to caress the waves, to comb Neptune's beard, to become universal in the pursuit of new shores. There are oceans out there longing a conversation with wooden rudders, with capsules of mankind in a wilderness of fluid and depth. Like a cat on its back, the sea might let us caress it's belly for a while and just like the feline, it might just scratch our existence with it's claws of drowning waves.

Bajo Boats I
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By naming something we make it real, or at least possible.
A poet's responsibility is to make the world a possible place. By giving names, by describing with words, they baptize reality, they provide the dimension of phenomena with a key to the world of the flesh.
Poets become a port where the pirate-ships of impossibility may dock for the night; a brave stowaway might just dare to step on land.

Bajo Boats I
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There is something with the sea that captures man's fascination as if the ocean would be the most visible face of god. It pulls us towards its belly as if we knew, deep down, that it was home, that it was origin.
Like god, it is a life giver and a ruthless murderer. Nonetheless, we still need and want it, we still build those products of industry to be at its side and share a romance with a gorgeous psychopath holding a knife deeper than the Everest.

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