Edvard Munch, On the Waves of Love, 1899

This is a foul tasting medicine

The colour of my room

Utagawa Hiroshige (1792 - 1858), Small Horned Owl on Maple Branch under Full Moon

«La naturaleza gusta de ocultarse» (Heráclito)

Classique = Moderne

"Poetry begins, I dare say, with a savage beating a drum in a jungle, and it retains that essential of percussion and rhythm: hyperbolically one might say that the poet is older than other human beings - but I do not want to be tempted to ending on this sort of flourish."

T. S. Eliot, The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism (1933), p. 152.

Mágica, mi rueda vuelve a girar una vez más