Worlds

I usually accompany each painting with a poem I have written myself. Worlds Flames reveal the winding fire In all its melancholic monotony They transport us to a longed-for future. With red lipstick upon the lips, in its colour of agony. I fill the glass, spilling a drop into the world. Mitra in the Persian sense of life. A design perhaps as profound, As all the darkness already endured. I drift in infinitesimal beauty. Across seas unknown by their very nature. Capable Metis, scathing Metis I traverse all this sensitive fire Which has nothing terrible about it. Naked Pandora, Moon Pandora. 22.01.2002.