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Inscription Inscription Acrylics on loose tissue applied on canvas An ancient writing, it might be a spell, whose significance has been forgotten in millennia. See you later alligator See you later alligator A balcony on the sea. A nude woman leaning on the banister. A nice painting hanging, a table, a vase. A young coconut palm in a vase. A happy alligator swishing away. Pure nonsense. Just fun. Like the song. Paumgartner altarpiece - Central piece - Hl. Joseph and Mary Paumgartner altarpiece - Central piece - Hl. Joseph and Mary A holy mystery is the scene: a genuflected St. Joseph faces a pregnant Virgin Mary, his arms open to accept, himself ready to submit to God’s Will. This son to be is not his own, yet he will accept to be the stepfather to God’s own son. The background, ruins of a city as in... Ya Ali Ya Ali Flames burn on the left, as the flaming shi’ite invocation to Ali, cousin and son-in-law of the Prophet Muhammad, for a request of strength. As in all Zalmoxis’s ambiguities, here stands a non-sexual yet princely beautiful woman. Deep blue on the right might be her hair, or a veil. Is she a source of burning... Eivissa at dusk Eivissa at dusk Ibiza’s island Catalan name. A couple, an old Alfa Romeo spider, top down. A rural landscape, Salinas and a small lonely farmhouse. The quiet sunset lighting. Feel the wind in the hair. It’s no vacation, this is an exile. These two people have given already their best in the world. Then, still quite young, or...

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.