MIGRANT•OLOGY
The photographer shows what he sees:
Dead leaves on tired trees
A still motionless moment passed in time
The four season crash,
landmarks waving goodbye
A poet writes what he feels
In the private intimacy of his mind.
He reveals the hidden sensations
Difficult to bring out in coded observations,
Painting images of surprised tears,
Drawing in words silhouettes of amazing moments,
To prove he lived and died
In perfect harmony with the universe.
Migrant•ology,
a science of being from everywhere,
A human capacity to live happily anywhere!
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