Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


Soft flames

of lost enchantment out of blue

pallid cheeks

no land

from the bitter fruits


by spoiled thoughts.

Liberté! Freedom!

Feeble possibility to see

new twinkling sunrises,

never more disjointed ends

screaming alive.


Connected to universal flows,

wings of tiger,

you’ll carry home our dreamtime.


High hopes in future of sailors,

we have seen the last crime.

Excuse me.

Celebrating red wine in bloody fingertips

behind closed doors.


Beyond Mi#! Sitting in the blazing dark.

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