“Rupestre” by Eugenia Bellodi

In structures we live, but we need to break out. All that grew organicly will come back to us. We can’t destroy a thing, we are just scratching some surfaces.

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The corn that feeds soul
Is grown on fields of renounce
Under a black sun. (jf)

“Rupestre” by Eugenia Bellodi

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“At The End, Energy Just Converts The Shape” by Evamaria Freshmaker

We form a world of clay and blood. We create the golems to carry our weights. Magic is everywhere, but most is not visible. Open your eyes and keep on that strange movements.

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Mental disorder:
Becoming stronger by your
Will to live longer. (jf)

“At The End, Energy Just Converts The Shape” by Evamaria Freshmaker

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“ℕ melts” by François Morvillier

Letters with questions, pictures with news, media is a riddle. Don’t ask me, I am just standing in the middle.

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N melts. M stands. From
Afar O shouts out frightened:
“Use the useful U!” (jf)

“ℕ melts” by François Morvillier

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“Broken Cornflower” by Leslie Mann

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All in. All on red.
The wheel turns, but were is the
Ball? Guests? The croupier? (jf)

“Broken Cornflower” by Leslie Mann

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“Broken Cornflower” by Melissa Baveas

Death and decay, antagonists, life and creation, it is a circle. Focus on whatever you like, but take care of the opponent. It may strike soon. This means happiness is all around, as frustration comes regularly.

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A bird shall fly. Corns
It may peck. A bird must land.
Body feeds flowers. (jf)

“Broken Cornflower” by Melissa Baveas

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“Acianos” by Ezequiel Piola

Wanna start something? Take time…

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“Acianos I” by Ezequiel Piola

She wants the nectar’s
Hunter to be aware of
Her shy opening. (jf)

“Acianos II” by Ezequiel Piola

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“Vanishing Shape” by Ruth Coleman

Some say we lose form over the years. I say we are shape shifters and we vanish into space. Very creative work of Ruth, you can find faces in here…

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We are shape shifters
We form squares to circles and
Flowers to new gods. (jf)

“Vanishing Shape” by Ruth Coleman

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