Pagan haiku
Fire burns in our hearts
You feel the winter? Me, no.
I’m pagan dancer.
Sometimes there are words that we must hear. They are passing trough our mind like waterfalls in rainy forest. Words creating melody like breeze from our soul. Finding ways to the secret portals. ON the moon van looking for the treasure that rebirth, trying to be awake even when we dream. Sunlit leafs crackles in the hands...
I am youth worker & art student. Work with youths in my country, push for social inclusion and volunteering trough different creativity workshops as: forum theater, stick art, graffiti, handmade and social group games. Conceptual and multimedia artist with few exhibitions and projects behind, writer of short stories and poet. Active graffiti painter with more than 50 graffiti and participating on few street art festivals, and dj with the name dzamski. I play psychedelic trance, dark forest, experimental sounds, ambient and chill out.
I am youth worker & art student. Work with youths in my country, push for social inclusion and volunteering trough different creativity workshops as: forum theater, stick art, graffiti, handmade and social group games. Conceptual and multimedia artist with few exhibitions and projects behind, writer of short stories and poet. Active graffiti painter with more than 50 graffiti and participating on few street art festivals, and dj with the name dzamski. I play psychedelic trance, dark forest, experimental sounds, ambient and chill out.
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