Money makes the world
Go crazy, manipulates,
Leads all cruelty. (jf)
But you can’t buy fate.
The sparrow, a tiny bird,
Flies away. You can’t. (jf)
Picture and poetry by Jeni G.
If I’m eating, then I’m eating.
If I’m drinking, then I’m drinking.
If I’m walking, then I’m walking.
If I’m listening, then I’m listening.
If I’m consistently, then I’m consistently.
If I’m inconsistently, then I’m inconsistently.
If I’m playing a fool, but know it, I’m a wise man.
If I’m playing the wise man and no one knows I’m a fool, I’m still a fool.
If I’m making decisions, then I’m making decisions.
But if I don’t making decisions, I already have made my decision.
So I decide to play just one role on this world. Me.
A multipersonal being between enlightenment and madness, dancing between light and darkness, a endless moment in the twilight.
That’s my decision.
And life is my consequence.
Myriads of choices
at crossroads across time
Find many troubled outcomes
all of them divine
Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare.
I decided for friends,
So I never left country.
I decided for humans,
So I never left earth.
I decided for bikes,
So I never combusted.
I decided for health,
So I never took pills.
I decided for love,
So I never hated.
I decided for life,
So I never feart death.
I decided for art,
So I never lost meanings.
In the ocean nobody can see your tears.
To be an melancholic is an inner thirst to feel all. The diversity of all details and structures around us. In my mind this is the first and this will be the last I ever feel. In my mind… memorize the melancholia. This is my decision. And this art world is the consequence.
Picture and poetry by Noirin&Lyra.
Straight path, seemed simple,
Led to lights breaking, sparkling
Fountain of lost hills. (jf)
Picture by Ruth Coleman, poetry by Jonathan.