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I wish I had a motorcycle I wish I had a motorcycle Youth is a myth. One lacks power, money. One badly wishes. Age is a counterbalance. You can have power, you can have money, even glory. And a story to tell. Then. Even someone can have a personal story worthy to be told, a biography. But then, youth has gone with its energy. You can look... Le levrier russe This one too is about magic. A maze of words, almost spells. Magic movements across a wood of birches at night. The deadly dance of the Borzoi – the fast one – hound, and the wolf – acrhetype of the fierce and unrestrainable. A dedication to a master of magic realism, to Milorad Pavič -... Twisted Twisted Red china ink (pen nib) on white cementite, canvas. There is no way out from this painting. It’s a story, written in a labyrinthine way. It’s no happy ending story, it talks of a mutilated existence. It’s a secret, the deep root of art. Zalmoxis’s own cavern. The story depicts a face, but it’s a... Hagel, Ned Hagel, Ned Hagel (precipitation) and Ned (need) were the runes associated with the course of the ominous Sirius. The man is a loner, he is meditating his sufferings, he is looking for revenge. His cloak, his broad shoulders. He is an aristocrat and a warrior. The shadow he casts, reminds of an Angel. But when revenge is... The White Guard The White Guard This painting is named after Michail Bulgakov’s homonymous novel. Kiev, after the fall of the Empire, after the uprising and the October Revolution. Russia, the Great Civil War. Warlords, illusions, the defeated Germans still holding Ukraine. Petliura’s short lived government. The Bolsheviks around. Hetman Pavlo Skoropadskyi, his Cavalry Division and Free Cossacks. His provisional government....
Ehepaar
Ehepaar

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

I come from long ago, from a time long passed. I come from a faraway land much beloved by Apollo, the great distant God of prophecy and archery, the God of diseases and of cures.

Dancing Satyr
Dancing Satyr
Truth is

who am I?

I WAS TOO MANY TO REMEMBERI DON’T WANT TO BE REMEMBEREDTHIS ONLY MATTERS: MY CHARMS, MY LASTING DAYSI WILL SURVIVEMY LONG GOING EXISTENCE IS NO JOKEI AM A MAGICIAN, A PRIEST FOR APOLLO, A HYPERBOREANI LUST FOR BLOOD, WHICH IS LIFE BY ITSELF
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Blue Tucano
Blue Tucano
Anna & Fernanda
Anna & Fernanda

I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul

I AM ALL IN A SEA OF WONDERS I DOUBT I FEAR
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No se puede propio saber lo que sabe el lobo. El lobo es incognoscible. Preguntar lo que sabe el lobo es como preguntar los arboles. Las piedras. El mundo.
Cormac McCarthy
novelist
Mit ungläublicher Ehrfurcht Lautschten wir den langsamen Takten des Walzwerks der Front, einer Melodie, die uns in langen jahren Gewohnheit werden sollte.
Ernst Jünger
author
Der Atem des Kampfes wehte herüber und ließ uns seltsam erschauern.
Ernst Jünger
author
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
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THE PREMISE IS

To approach Zalmoxis, we start from Apollo. God of Forecasting. God of Diseases, Supreme Healer. Magician Sire of the Underworld, God of the Far Traveling Arrow. He is not Greek, he came from the immense plains in the North-East, from lands where the Sun rises and lasts.

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