Previously, art was the prerogative of the elite, as their economic status allowed them not to think about everyday problems and get carried away by something beautiful.  What can I say, and now art is not of interest to every person.  Not only because of economic prosperity, but also because of a lack of desire to "understand" art, to experience those emotions and feelings that the artist put ...

Winter whispers to meHer chill caressing my cheek as I stand on the deserted stepsof this churchHer reassurence is interrupted by the laughter of tender memoriesFloating down in the early dawnThe haunted pain in my soul groansAnd I look down at your footprints next to my ownHow long did we dance in the volcanic ashOf this courtyardNever seeing past the next season?But here we are againI track ...

You rot naturally among that which rots unnaturally.Or rather it does but nobody wants to admit that.Your autumn leaves dust the gravestones sunk into the ground but are the roof and rafters for crowds below.People pray below you, eyes closed leaning against you,But who prays for you?Your roots stretch for those safe far beneath you, to embrace those who sleepto hold them with your woody arms.T...