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My Girl My Girl Guess an apartment looking down on Central Park. A luxury call house. Three girls, half naked, expensive escorts waiting for their lofty tricks? A fourth one is portrayed on a big canvas, you will find her in some other painting. Maybe there is a link. Who is she? All of them idling, two of them... Spiel Als ein Kind ein Kind war , the obsessive repetition of Peter Handke's “Das Lied von Kindsein” opens the movie “Wings of Desire” by Wim Wenders. As a fallen angel, a kid in times of war welcomes us with his toys of death and rage. From the very same In Stahlgewittern work, the armored train... Lou Reed III All of us have passed through those lonely, rainy nights, when midnight's over, friend and love long gone. Too much smoke, too much booze, maybe more stuff loading us. The City, our own loneliness and transgressions. And a poet, in music, in life. This is why we can't but fall in love with Lou Reed. 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... Magician Magician A sad magician wearing a mask, seated on a throne. The City is next to him, as a wish of vital force. A motorcycle, vitality. But the painted runes, and the lines from the homonymous song by Lou Reed are about loss and death. The magician, no matter how daring and powerful, knows he won’t...

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.

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

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
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.