the night, as seen from inside, is the most intimate body: it is the inner light of its own organs, burning slowly.Old Riga
the desperate condition of a street is that is drives us inevitably to another street, and another, and another, and we never know were is the right corner, the place of appearance.Trees
question of interpretation: when immersed in the fog, anything may appear as a pair of trees, or a couple of lovers waiting for their moment of mutual approach, or just two eyes screened by the gray of the mourning.Flower
closeness and aperture, fruits and corollas, smoothness and rugosity - all tied up with the same axis: the absent hand of beauty, the afternoon's loneliness of the home.Bush
through the contrasts we know it all: even the blood of a thorn may be the mark in the flesh of a reclined future. Nests
what is beauty? an instantaneous lace over our heads, woven in the air by lines and movements, concentrations and dispersions: something never felt or seen before, so moving that even love stops to watch it.
Fungi
continuous play of colors, of textures, of temperatures, of temporalities : so different things, and despite of that, so close together. why?voj 2007
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