The language of bees--2019-20

 
The language of bees--2020






















Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Beekeepers 


                                                                        Auguries 2019

                                                                               People disappear all the time...
                               The exilic desire of memories mist moistens the lips of the cracked river bed,

  she spoke of a  world succumb, cloaked in a smothering madness, scarce the roots the lonely axe swings... a mass paradoxical undressing masks the mount, and snow blind we begin our decline, reaching out for relic radiation and eternal    gaze.


 



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