Ashes Dust Nothing

soul
in
out
ashes

somehow
it
all
will
make
sense

NFA

ATÉ

one star ... more ... in the night sky
she said

from
corpse
to
the
reality
of
this

w
o
r
d

.

Até

a Leopoldo Flores

APRIL 25 PORTUGAL

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where i want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

kids were not born yet

one morning
april (my month)
things changed

we could flow
graceful human beings
butterflying
anxiously
FREE

old were not ugly
drunks were not
cops were not
prisons were not
wind was not playing whispers

we cross the all wide UniVerse
dancing
portugal was in the path of freedom

but

things have changed
as always

Low
Down
Mean
politicians
always

so

i'll
follow
the flow
of
the
other river

lonely dark words of me

SOMEWHERE

Freedom is Not
just another word

things you leave behind
small
pebbles
stepped
on
your way

after all
when the game is over
the sun will shine
morning
after

photo by pedro gilberto

UNFOLDING

vibrating
strings
across
universes

we
hear
the
echo
of
something

never
there

art work and words by n.f.a.

CONSTANT SORROW

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ch� la diritta via era smarrita

Leonardo
Dante

MAELSTROM

Rivers of Lava
Red Ride Across
chthonic
Creation

Does God Play
our
human
games
?

HARD EDGE

it ain't hard

to think
or
2
gamble

species human?

you say
you are down
in
your misery

it ain't hard

to
drible
a
twist
or
a
turn

-no, I did not say that!

maybe so

stolen image
words by Francisco de la Rosa

VITRIC

those questions
some no answers
i had in Macau

these foolish things

I
Believe
not in god
not in men
nor in soul
or
heaven

and still
my heart pumps
that loved memory
of
Love

beautiful photo stolen from the Net

words by Zipf

FINSTER FINSTERNIS MIT ECHO

live out in the street and now you realise....into the vacuum of his eyes....
how does it feel
with no direction

home

he dressed so fine
you

know

how does it feel
zappin'
crazy beetle

rolling stone

#Thing 1

abstract
virus
tox
in
.
in
sequence
machina
rollin
word
by
word
cattagaacctc
...

birds catch it
humans catch it
cats catch it

so
let's everybody catch it

-You Mister, You There! You Shwwld Never...SAYY it again!
he shouted This so loud
like
a
panic hotdog
(yeap, get some ideas...roll some lies...)

eem
portant
though
ts
!

he said that
not
I

h5n1
you can call any time
(i'm 'lways there)
1 gentle

obnox
ious
pen
is

-Virus, that's what I call you...son of a ...!

THE EYE

Can
you
see
above
?