027 behind the clouds 06/14/2008

Blue clouds and golden sky,

Golden water in the garden,

Comes from another place

That neither you nor I

Can ever own

026 05/31/2008

After the fog lifted the colors shined

someone in the old days called them firecrackers

who knows why

In the late afternoon

the fields receded

even Rothko would have stopped

and written a note in his

notebook

025 05/26/2008

When the wind blows why didn’t you let go?

When the light passes through I saw you

022 east coast 05/14/2008

Team a4yc heads to the east coast and does not forget to take the time to visit some

quiet country places.

It is a little crossroads where the people make use of what is there if they are still able.

Here the natives are the tourists of what the others are doing.

018 04/13/2008

Things are changing little by little

Yesterday I saw colors more in the green field

Today I see just white weeds shimmering by the golden breeze