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Anna & Fernanda A ragtop-down cherry red 60s Camaro, two models, Arizona and New Mexico's deserts, unbound horizons. Just, getting away from all this. Vasily Ivanovich Chapayev Vasily Ivanovich Chapayev Portrait of Russian communist Cossack. Out of a poor peasant family, he fought in the Civil War against the White Armies. He met his own death while fighting. He became then a hero for the post-revolutionary Russia. Revolutions always need their own heroes, and a dead one is no danger at all for the men... Moon Moon A chemical blue equalizes surfaces and volumes. Some conversing characters are sketched. Nocturnal creatures, not necessarily human. The bright red stripe on the left could be neon light, could be a flame. There is nothing conceptual, just the pleasure of it. And, beyond, a subtle sensation of having set foot by chance in a party... City Kills City Kills This is dark Pop. Plain. An American icon on the foreground. AC Cobra. This car is featured In some other paintings, now in United States and Poland. Retro-chic. Awfully expensive. Unique. Solar. Background is the City. Another Theme. Today’s only – and collective – masterpiece in visual arts. Rainy night, no hope. No corner to... Hyperboreans Hyperboreans They lost their own lives to gain immortality. No flesh, no sounds. Just their breath, like a slow and light wind. And their eyes: across time, across space. They see, they foretell. Apollo’s disciples disappeared from earth so many centuries ago. They didn’t die, though. Nor they went lost. They just hide.

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.