The Veterinary and his Patients

Evan Antin

a raft under a bridge

sailing on troubled waters towards an unknown reef

an abstract painting on a wall

a political graffiti

a dagger cutting a wave

inside the deep of a brain

a drop of rain

that turns into an endless pain

a hand separated from a body

and still writing a word

a distance too far

a bunch of roses in a jar

a heavy and broken sword against a stone

out of living flesh a bone

a mouse eating a lice

while a plane crosses the sound line

an eye in the sky

a plane war fleet flying by

the sun and the moon

a geyser and a racoon

a kiss and a smile

on the face of time

the jumper fighting the distance

the child who learns to walk

the first few words of this species

and war and peace

chaos organizing itself

like a frog leaping forward on a pond

james bond on a screen

a scary mask of haloween

someone swallowing a dream

instead of drinking an espresso with cream

a lonely wolf howling in the night

a glass of champaign

a violin and a voice

a pin and a difficult choice

the impredictable fate

like an old scar on a face

the sleepwalker who meets the street-sleeper

hair falling over passing time

the channels in venice

like vessels on a body

the softness sand of a tropical beach

a pill that changes your will

a lonely island

a wrecked sinking ship

a drink sip

a skin deep 

an imprevisible shrinker trying to change your thinking

a pink and golden sunset

a toy that you get

a fly drinking your milk

a bee on its honey

the touch of your hand in a skin like silk

a reflection of a flock of seagulls on water

the tsunami and all those deaths

the warm of a soft bed

a melody  in the air

a sound of endless dispair

the cure for cancer

the sensual moving body of a dancer

fever on top of a hill

ever since i met you

mistery turned into a star

the intention to kill, guilt and  sensibility

a hammer that hits a nail

and a white snowy trail

the beauty of garbo

the strenght of brando

garfield sipping a brandy

that´s it:

the incoherence of the passing days

Ryan Lochte´s Smile

the past, a depth too deep

the future, a dream too far

the present is dangerously close

a feather floats from one to the other

seeking the perfect wing to follow

I guess I´ve forgotten

the simple movements of kneeling inside a church

the moment I first kissed you

little wings sprouted from my back

my tongue turned into a cloud of flesh

raising me up to a world with no roots.

Proudly the sun sets at large on the ocean

The sea-mirror reflects a myriad of colours

Open a book

Read a few words

Remark that gravity does not apply to the situation.

Even if the book falls

The words keep floating 

And eventually ascend.

In the silence of your eyes

I hear all the sounds of the universe;

From the movements of your lips

I see  worlds that will never exist;

Your arms around me

and I feel eternally free.

Cat

Silk Embroidery Hanging (details)

Japan

Calouste Gulbenkian Museum - Lisbon

Tapeçarias

Guilherme Camarinha (1912-1994)

Manufactura de Tapeçarias de Portalegre

Moon and Lights in the Park Today

Lisbon

Parque Terra Nostra

São Miguel

Açores/Portugal