November 28, 2016
THE LEGEND OF LEDA AND ICARUS- PART ONE


(written with the cut-ups process after narcissus and goldmund by herman hesse)


it was an exorcist with all changing faces of the devil- or it might have been the miraculous music- for it’s destiny was not driven by his desires but by a higher mystical goal- unknown to everyone- almost even to himself- laying down-high- he was trying to find refuge from the intense labyrinth of his visions-and here was the danger- love was a miracle- and only for he was seeking for the highest— he longed to make this demon appear- to fight and wish for victory- he knew he was gifted to reach the sun, but also the darkest abyss- he knew life here had no meaning but learning the skills he would need for the great journey- he knew he was apart- part of the wind- but it felt that this dream could not be achieved without the beloved— not be translated- the secret could never be revealed- he must learn- he thought, the language in which he could create his vision of wisdom and passion- and without her it would be impossible- oh death-charming menace- coming so close he could tough her.

-both os us- leda said, our goal is not to melt into each other- but to make our differences brighter

-we are opposites, seeking the same light.

awaken-who knows himself- his infinite power and radiant weakness-  intimate knowledge of the nature of death- escaping from reason- around him everything became blurry- abstract- unconscious—he felt- face on ground- released by this deep desire of non-being- to penetrate the great suffering of the world- pulse of death-pulse of life- the abyss that he reached now- embraced by the great spirit-he was still here, in part- but everything felt so distant- from another world- we could see him- touch him kiss him- but never reach him- he transmitted his lights but never his shadows- leda came with fire in her heart- great power to destroy his solitude- for they would chase the great spirit in the cavern of invisible shadows- she could understand his darkness, his most hidden forgotten sides of himself-denied by everyone else- she provoked the death of his mortal sins- for she learned more by looking at the flowers in the fields then in any book of the library- this truth was eroding finally falling apart- ghost of reality in ashes- he heard the call- this way was uncertain and insane, but there was no others- for he was engaged in a world where words lost their meaning- where we attract each other with owl screams-` where only poetry rules- where only immortality is sacred- and he surrendered to the silent lips of venus- laying it’s painful destiny on her breast— a discreet perfume reminded him she she desired him profoundly- beast of flesh- beast of heart- beast of soul— nothing he would do to her  something that he did not desired for himself- something that she had herself somehow provoked- the originality of her kiss destroyed all resistance in him- they would fly- and now- and they would embrace all magic consequences of their acts for they were engaged in a loud dance that nothing could stop— not even their deepest fear- she had her way to say things-spilling pearls of poetry with decadent beauty-they were so alive- so awake- so conscious of every moment- that never they would be back- they would never embrace memories- he had under his eyes what he had experienced only in his deepest hallucinations- the universe lifted her veil to let them see- to let them be- his hands spoke another language that she knew and embraced into her irrational circle of being- she made no difference between giving or receiving- man or woman- death or life- penetrating or being penetrated- same union- same dance- they could feel at every of their kiss all the beauty and suffering of the world- for their love was expansion- was not egoist, never possessive- noble images and poems came like waterfall of the arts- at the fountain of the immortals- traced since forever but invisible- they felt with silver trembling hands the great mysterious beauty of this world but also it s tragedy - they preserved in their souls untouched images of purity- in them survived the myth of the origin- for their fears they transform into light and power- to save them from the dance off death- the menace of darkness- they witnessed the fall and death of a million flowers-as they would fall themselves one day- would he ever captured in it’s entity her silhouette of shadows ? for she was using his brushes and his hand to be immortalised  in the glory of her intimate mythical essence- she contained the whole universe in her- she was painting through him- her joy to her deepest suffering- fusion of blood and spirit- to preserve the eternal secret: masculine and feminine as one-

- I did not created that, whispered Icarus, you have guided it to my soul


November 21, 2016
AND IF YOU ACCEPT THE SUN-THEN YOU WILL SHINE
mural at casa sol- zipolite-oaxaca-mexico-
November 21, 2016
LUNA LUNA LUNA-



luna luna luna- exploding- celestial orgasm- tears of milk-

come to me- luna luna- guide me - push me pull me hold me- 

love me- provoke me- come with me-

 reverse our destiny- shadow dance -

destroy my reason- luna luna- open your legs-

pregnant of the new world- illuminate my dark soul- 

lighthouse for the blind- in my open palm-luna luna- 

iridescent pearl i swallow- your breast of stars -erase all constellations

create a space for the new- erase history-

luna- you rise like a new desire invading me- 

elegant and brave- naked and holy- 

silver reflection tongue of the sea- 

you bring all sailors into one wind- lick my tears- embrace my fears

luna luna luna- you’ll never come back-not like tonight- 

not with this burning desire in my heart-

luna luna luna- you rise like an arrow of peace reaching millions- only one

luna luna-i am drunk-i am high- i am alone i am love i am fragile- 

i am a tree- i am orchid bleeding-

i am the universe i am you- death of all illusions- 

luna, meet me at the birth of darkness- just before sunrise

 come with me- now that you will all set us all free-

we will reach immortality-


captured in zipolite-oaxaca-mexico

November 21, 2016
RAINBOW RIOT ON EROTIC EARTH
sun gaze -lsd  beach art session- mermejitas- oaxaca- photo by cera hensley----------------
November 1, 2016
DANCE FO THE BLESSED SPIRITS
EXHIBITION VIEW-GALERIE C.O.A- MONTREAL- UNTIL NOV 19
November 1, 2016
DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS
EXHIBITION VIEW-MONTREAL, GALERIE C.O.A -UNTIL NOV 19