Artiștii (I)

Los „Dalton” de la Boqueria

Barcelona, Mercat de la Boqueria, june 2010

Undeva la Est | Somewhere to the East (II)

That place with no Stars (a tribute to Twin Peaks)

Always welcome Rebekah. Bring Moby with you, if you please.

Ultimul tango la Moscova | Last tango in Moscow (IV)

My ever-changing life

A bit of a Tragedy




Worlds apart

We are the hollow men, we are the stuffed men

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.