Saturn´s seed
May 8, 2013
The decrepit hour
February 24, 2013
The decrepit hour
Strands of gray light call forth the feeble hour. Who remembers now his infant dawn, descending upon a frame of thought? To awaken instinct with soil, to sleep in shrouds of dust, his youthful morning rising?
No innocence left, who shall draw the blade of Truth – decry nakedness, and sound retreat to leave an empty world of stone?
Life-time
October 16, 2012
How much lifetime must we get before we forget… how much is left when we discover …that time ages life as a parasite drains a host…
Flesh and blood
August 6, 2012
Bodies make no promises; they have no tomorrow, only now.
The Symbol
September 27, 2011
– Tempus Fugit –
All rights Exuvia 2011
The symbol has turned to stone but there was a time when a fire was alive within it, a living thought. The work of a deep mind lies fallen in the dust.
El símbolo yace petrificado pero había un tiempo en el que en el ardía un fuego, un pensamiento vivo. La obra de una mente profunda esta tumbada en el polvo.
Das Symbol liegt versteinert da aber dahinter brennte einmal ein Feuer, ein lebendiger Gedanke. Das Werk einen tiefen Geistes liegt im Staub.
The time is up, the time has come
August 15, 2011
“The old is falling, passing. The new, almost here, taking form, replacing”
Richard Mahoney