My medals.

My medals.

a gold medal,for being naive,for being childish,for smiling,for laughing, in another age,another life,medals,for being brave,for being strong,for defending,for giving, for being me,with no effort,I get gold medals. tomorrow,when I´m old,and withered,bent,and...
In the hospital again…

In the hospital again…

In the midst of all the confusion,the uncertainty of tomorrow,the certainty of today,the assurance of the many blessings recieved,the expectations of all that tomorrow hold,the mixed feelings that always accompaniesmemories of the past. In the midst of all the...
My life is my art.

My life is my art.

I’m an artist. My life is my art, a beautiful expression of love and spiritedness a web of complex contradictions, a string of simple intersections. I’m an enigma, displaying different coloured flora, with a sweet distinctive aura. Heartily, I live the art...
Ramblings from my hospital bed.

Ramblings from my hospital bed.

Head on the pillow,looking out the window,seeing the high rises,gazing at the city lights,from the rising of the sun,to the setting of the sun . In between-as seconds ticks by,Every minute revealsa different truth,Every hour tellsa different story. The intensity of...