A tiny tree with pomegranates from the other world.
Persephone says:
I can be seen slipping down the dusk
in a thin black boat....
spirit of those red seeds
Princess Haiku is a literary collage of poetry, prose, photography, classical music, dance and book reviews, written in the tradition of a poetic memoir.


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"Bach's music goes straight to the very core of the human soul," Grimaud says. "Playing Bach allows you to mark your spiritual growth, as well as your technical growth as an instrumentalist."

On the whitewashed wall
a play written by the wind and light
the shadows of the vine
greener than the word March
the mask of the afternoon
absorbed in the calligraphy of birds
between the quivering grates of reflections
I am in love with this world
stumble lost in myself
craving wholeness craving indifference
to open my eyes
impeccable evidence
among the clarities that dispute it
Not the abolition of images
the incarnation of pronouns
the world we invent among us
a community of signs
and at its center
the recluse
Perpetua encarnata
half-woman
half spring in the rocks...


"Some blog friends disappear, we don't know why. Sometimes suddenly the blog is silent, it happened once for me.
Sometimes bloggers choose to stop. Or their life, their interrests are different. You may keep touch with them. Sometimes...
Oh ! You must ever remember how it was whatever it was and treasure it carefully...
But something sure is that it is incredible and difficult to believe it happened : are we really true persons or just ghosts living
somewhere-nowhere ?"
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