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Riga, 1919 Riga, 1919 This painting stems from literature and history. But first of all, it is out of personal history. Riga, the capital of Lettonia, was a place where we used to live, about 150 years ago. The most elegant Austrian writer Alexander Lernet-Holenia in his “Mars in Aries” follows a story regarding a baroness from the Baltic... Abaris the Hyperborean Abaris the Hyperborean An ice blue vest, the long blond hair. The tall figure holds a golden arrow. His name is Abaris , the magician . Apollo’s priest and disciple. He came to Greece from the undefined northern lands. He carried the bow and the arrow. He casted spells, he made prophecies. He died and turned into a... Yemanjà She is pure Yoruba charm, the Mermaid, the Moon, the Mother of all Gods. Orisha and Mother of all Orishas. She appears to the poor and the needing. She sometimes incarnates in some human being, beautiful and pure as she is. Bay City Blues Bay City Blues Raymond Chandler’s not around, just motorcycles swarming around a City, a gigantic dance. It’s a celebration, it’s a goodbye. There are words on this canvas, you might try to decipher. Why the City is called LA, in the text, when it’s obviously San Francisco? Ah those riddles, don’t even try to solve, ‘cause there is... Warrior King Warrior King A medieval crown, The Gold of the Lombards. A golden mask. Lou Reed’s “Warrior King”: only by him the absolute rock’n’roll on cancer and death. A warrior king inscrutable and benign. Holy violence, shaivite dances, are Life by itself. Heraclitus (quotes on the back) warned that the restless soul is the wisest and most precious...

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

I come from long ago, from a time long passed. I come from a faraway land much beloved by Apollo, the great distant God of prophecy and archery, the God of diseases and of cures.

Truth is

who am I?

I WAS TOO MANY TO REMEMBERI DON’T WANT TO BE REMEMBEREDTHIS ONLY MATTERS: MY CHARMS, MY LASTING DAYSI WILL SURVIVEMY LONG GOING EXISTENCE IS NO JOKEI AM A MAGICIAN, A PRIEST FOR APOLLO, A HYPERBOREANI LUST FOR BLOOD, WHICH IS LIFE BY ITSELF

I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul

I AM ALL IN A SEA OF WONDERS I DOUBT I FEAR
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No se puede propio saber lo que sabe el lobo. El lobo es incognoscible. Preguntar lo que sabe el lobo es como preguntar los arboles. Las piedras. El mundo.
Cormac McCarthy
novelist
Mit ungläublicher Ehrfurcht Lautschten wir den langsamen Takten des Walzwerks der Front, einer Melodie, die uns in langen jahren Gewohnheit werden sollte.
Ernst Jünger
author
Der Atem des Kampfes wehte herüber und ließ uns seltsam erschauern.
Ernst Jünger
author
THE PREMISE IS

To approach Zalmoxis, we start from Apollo. God of Forecasting. God of Diseases, Supreme Healer. Magician Sire of the Underworld, God of the Far Traveling Arrow. He is not Greek, he came from the immense plains in the North-East, from lands where the Sun rises and lasts.