ROLISMOS

PRIVATE SPEECH Once I was in my room trying to objectify a reality with my perverse imagery. The room I was in was fresh, the walls were painted with appropriate bright colours to help develop some sensorial skills, some pictures were hanging on the walls as witnesses of their own impregnable value, and however that room was missing its pristine state. There was a rectangular and wooden table in the middle not as a decoration, but as a fundamental tool of the room’s atmosphere, there were chairs around the table and as it always happens I chose the best one to sit on leaving the other two for those pessimistic companions; fortunately they never arrive because they are afraid of themselves, they have many pretexts in order not to participate in my banquet. Naturally and logically there was a chair next to me, on the right side, it was loosing its functional connotation by keeping only the representation of an ontological reality only named by conventionality. I was trying to talk to...

ELIXIR I write! Near the beauty Writings which are Welcoming and elixir. When I write The universe is mine and runs around me. Writings which are Panacea for the soul. Writings which are Wings and vertebra for the universe. Mercy of God, Beauty of man. Writings which open Fertile ways on earth. Writings which transform egoism into charity, War into peace. Writings which transform In short time things that seem so far. Writings which convert Our drab society into paradise. Writings which cure the wounds, The souls, the hearts. Writings which convert Individualism into encounter. Writings which fill the soul, Writings which touch even hearts made of stone. I am a blissful man God speaks the same.

My Purified Sighs I remember the first time I arrived in Belgium as a pilgrim seeking for the shining star in a huge desert. I arrived into a new world, in the beginning strength, confusing, pathetic, cold and frivolous, at the same time I had another world inside of my myself filled with desperation, anxiety and fear and with many unforgettable reminiscences: that warm atmosphere of my family, the heedfulness of my friends and the iridescence of my generous country. Two worlds! A dichotomous life! I remember those hours in my room when I was perplexed, pensive and skeptical, the most important things I did were to read, to cry and to bring into my mind some old memories of my short past. The days were passing arrogantly and petulantly while the sun was trying to break through those dark clouds of sadness which inebriated the window of my mind. At that time I was in Morzeke for one month, and then I had to move to Knesselare. I was not with my group, I was waiting for them (the other...