Day 1978, touch.

Daily picture, Poetry

I like to touch your face

like you touch a rose

~

but something scares me

to get closer

~

it’s what holds you up

and cut’s me

Day 1977, before.

Daily picture, Poetry

I see the same stare

every time I look

in the mirror

at your place

~

I’ve seen it before

Day 1976, camouflage.

Daily picture, Poetry

My camouflage

works only at home

where you don’t see me

~

outside

I don’t feel at home

and see myself

everywhere

in you

~

my camouflage

works only at home

when I’m with you

Day 1975, tread.

Daily picture, Poetry

Tread carefully

over past pain

when you’re naked

Day 1974, filtered.

Day's pictures, Poetry

With some filtered air

I can inhale

the world outside

and keep smiling

Day 1973, only.

Daily picture, Poetry

I got burned today

but it was only the part that shows

Day 1972, outlined.

Daily picture, Poetry

The horizon seems really dark

but the storm clouds make it all clearer

Day 1971, questions.

Daily picture

“Every questioning is a seeking. Every seeking takes its direction beforehand from what is sought. Questioning is a knowing search for beings in their thatness and whatness. The knowing search can become an “investigation,” as the revealing determination of what the question aims at. As questioning about … questioning has what it asks about. All asking about … is in some way an inquiring of …. Besides what is asked, what is interrogated also belongs to questioning. What is questioned is to be defined and conceptualized in the investigating, that is, the specifically theoretical, question. As what is really intended, what is to be ascertained lies in what is questioned; here questioning arrives at its goal.”

From Being and time, 2. The Formal Structure of the Question of Being, page 5

Martin Heidegger, 1889-1976.

translated by Joan Stambaugh.