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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. Warlord Warlord An ancient City burning, the red of flames through the windows of the belfry, the red-lighted palace. The warrior, a chief. Ram horns decorating his helmet. The flaming sun decorating his shield around the boss. Mars in Aries, a novel on war by Alexander Lernet-Holenia. He exploding glasses of the rose window of the cathedral... BET BET Spray paint and acrylics on metal cabinet door Recto (front): letter Bet with vocal signs. Verso (back): poem by Yehuda Halevi. Hyperboreans Hyperboreans A hazy scene, two old immortals quietly. The icy shades of blue recall the extremely northern and undefined lands of the Hyperboreans, where land and sea merge indistinctly. Immortality has been a long lasting reverie of men. Jorge Luis Borges outlined its potential grievous backlash into our psychology so dependent on time. In the homonymous... Maximilianus I Imperator Maximilianus I Imperator He stays, old beyond age. The powerful, the unforgiving. The merciless judge. The face with no eyes . The scrawny face. The long arched nose. The prominent chin of his breed. Even his flying saucer shaped hat has no irony. The ominous ghost.
Ehepaar
Ehepaar

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.

Dancing Satyr
Dancing Satyr
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
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Blue Tucano
Blue Tucano
Anna & Fernanda
Anna & Fernanda

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
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
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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.

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