sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams


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durate et vosmet rebus servate secundis

carry on and preserve yourselves for better times (Virgil)

Si je peu je peu je maxima peu je rie je cri je maxima di

Et le fli


Encircled by Arms aka My Mite

My mate My fate Ever late


Le ama (je parle bbl) respira


Brownian Love in Motion

faber est quisque fortunae suae

every man is architect of his own fortune

Spun from me a translucent thread

Left an ephemeral bubble

Right on turbulent shores

Spanning spinning orbiting

They heard, they came, they staked a claim,




dum spiro, spero

while I breathe, I hope

Did you take my hand?

Did you take my hand?

Out of season

Out of time

Did you take my hand?

Over the way



He is a sky I fly in

The cover of night

The sheets that warm me

A reason for flight.


My White Knight, My Shining Light