Azael Gonzáles #2

"Unresting death, a whole day nearer now."

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.   

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.   

In time the curtain-edges will grow light.   

Till then I see what’s really always there:   

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,   

Making all thought impossible but how   

And where and when I shall myself die.   

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

Aubade, by Philip Larkin (Whole Poem)

Karlo

photo - Caroline Brünen
manipulation - Bruno Manguen

abstraction #15

Benroth (abstraction #14)

A road.

I work hard.
I beat on walls and skulls.
I run up stairs, most significant stairs.
I work hard.
The road is all. The road is all. The road is all.

Azael Gonzáles #1

MUUK

Napoli

Bari Alley

Marcia

aus allen Wolken fallen

demon

de las mejores

Mora

I post too little lately cause I spend all this time trying to make films...

Nimalá - Mora from Muchacho Films on Vimeo.