~walking trough the media

~walking trough the media_

mORnINg_

I’m ready for the sunrise

my heart give him rhythm

and my soul melody.

Maybe of your warm

drops made planets in your hands

- juggle with them!

Def.IN.iti.ON

Haikuisam is source

Only haikuists know where

the source come from.

CON.versa.tiON

Close your heart

the wind come in my street

- I felt it in my fire

Pagan haiku

Fire burns in our hearts

You feel the winter? Me, no.

I’m pagan dancer.

I inaugurate my moon

to follow you in every step.

To be your only light.

The moon is crying

I make elixir from her tears

to reborn our love!

Worder

I am border between my lines

jump and slide trough my words

my paper is like snow.

paint®

The universe give me the colors

I put it in rainbow pen mixed with autumn smell

- your body is my paperboard.

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.

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