Sexuality introduces Death to Being; and indeed Life simultaneously. This is the profound Myth of the Eden. The work of the Serpent. Bringing us out of "blessed" Standstill. So, in contrast to the mindless pietism of vulgar Christianity, my personal "Christo-Satanism" should be given serious thought by the Enlightened Few, the Pneumatics, the 1% Outlaws. The Light Bringer must be rehabilitated, beacause if not, the All of it simply doesn't make sense: true Catholicism is necessarily Meta Catholicism.
Very interesting details.
RispondiEliminaI miei complimenti Sciarada, ottime foto.
RispondiEliminaUna splendida giornata Ciao
Ciao Sciarada, grazie della tua visita è bello rivederti. Complimenti per le tue foto sempre ottime.
RispondiEliminaImpressive piece of art and the details are superb!
RispondiEliminaGreat photos, Sciarada. I would like to see the sceptre and the crown!
RispondiEliminaThat is so life like, I thought it was real until I saw the translation to English !
RispondiEliminaWah! Very special sculpture! Is the hand of Roman Imperor?
RispondiEliminaSciarada le tue foto sono veramente colossali!!!!
RispondiEliminaSuperb details you are capturing, Charade!
RispondiEliminaThe Moon
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on a cat
Meow
As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.
My Poems
My wallpaper art Babes!
Sexuality introduces Death to Being; and indeed Life simultaneously. This is the profound Myth of the Eden. The work of the Serpent. Bringing us out of "blessed" Standstill. So, in contrast to the mindless pietism of vulgar Christianity, my personal "Christo-Satanism" should be given serious thought by the Enlightened Few, the Pneumatics, the 1% Outlaws. The Light Bringer must be rehabilitated, beacause if not, the All of it simply doesn't make sense: true Catholicism is necessarily Meta Catholicism.
My philosophy
My poetry in French:
Poétudes
My poetry in German:
Fremde Gedichte
Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles
que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –
En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;
chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.
My Poetry in Spanish
My music blog, with a focus on obscure classical music no one else talks about:
Eutonal
And: reciprocity: for mutual benefit, you will do me a favor promoting your own blog on mine!
Yours,
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
Wonderful details!!!
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