And what if?
I watch him on news
(Bowie)
DVDs, YouTube
face puzzle and remain unaware.
Think of past
think of caves, riversides
and a world without the black-box
camera, using film, digital.
"A photo"
I am told: "is worth a thousand words"
fight of arts; past and now…
Lights glow and shoot out,
I question:
"What would be? "
"What could be? "
And reply: "exactly as it was! "
the carvings and paintings
on stones, on trees, in Nazka
on-beneath of ground.
I'm amused with these thoughts
easily, joyfully travel into time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem