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Confused: is it me not understanding them, or they who are changing the whole time?

Or is it really entropy, disorder, or confusion?

Pier at the seaside

A poetic illustration of vulnerability and resilience

Hard times: there is no pain that does not leave a trace

Youth of Italy: lost but not defeated

You are creating your own movie, your own life

This is the day

Be yourself: there is no one else like you

Argentina's 'disappeared': many families are still searching for loved one who went missing under the regime

The weight of memories

Personal costs of the military dictatorship in Argentina

Lasik surgery

Seeing for the first time

The miracle of Lasik

She had only been lying to herself all along

The slow spiral downwards into a cacophony of chaos

Reflecting on the past

Insights on a continuing journey

An infinitesimal point of view

I fell into a sense of despair, then came a dream and dreams have changed the world

Cristian’s dream

Good doctor, wise Ayatollah, merciful God

It took my mind away from the morning chores and I drifted away into memories

The glance of the sparrow

What I am doing here?

Valley Afternoon, ph. Michael Stillwater

Walking distance

A photographic journal

I can define each memory as either a letter or a picture I receive every day from my most regular pen friend

Soul, time and death

A tiny collection of short prose poems dotted with plays on wor(l)ds

Time is a fiction we create as we discover what Life is all about

It is about time

Yesterday, I lived in the future and remembered today and tomorrow

Roberto considered himself a digital native

If you receive a phone call, you will surely answer

He was being singled out against his will by the power, to join the nagual’s tutorship and become a successor

For fear of the dark

A visit to the sewers of the existence

Am I the serial villain who is striking dread into poor and helpless hearts, by cranking out all those unpleasant, unaesthetic corpses?

Let the punishment fit the crime?

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

Love is the bridge between you and everything

We can only take a cup of kindness yet and wait for Auld Lang Syne

Blunder on the Clyde

A poem for our past, present and a hopeful future

Art for Marilyn Manson's 'Antichrist Superstar' album

Who will reign forever and ever?

My bewilderment grew in sync with the ugliness and danger of these new surroundings

A life's lesson

When others' pain is felt

Life is not easy

Letter to my daughter Nicole

We love you a lot

My first trip to Beijing

Stratospheric musings

Life is fascinating once you pay attention to what is taking place

"The men dug and dug but only found dirt"

Promised bonanza lost

A tale of treasure lost to greed and deceit

The courage to love can be deceptively difficult

Of silent, passionate, elusive love

Friendship

Great friends of my life

A personal memory

Discovering a new dimension

Scuba diving like meditation

A feeling of freedom and communion with nature

Lesya Bilenko, Daynight

It’s all about love

Is anything more important?

There is something wonderful about returning to the same place

Returning & reflecting

The beauty of an annual vacation spot

A very sick joke

The resectoscopic experience

It must have been a very sick joke

Lesya Bilenko, The little things

The little things

The imperative of gratitude

Let us please, turn the light on and drop the stones!

Drop the stones!

I just want to implore forgiveness for all this terrible mess that we bring to ourselves

An ancient fraternity of troubadours, minstrels and jongleurs, illustration by Lesya Bilenko

Reflections of a troubadour

Everywhere is your home

It is hard to differentiate substance from mirage

After the rains

What a bliss to live, to fall, to rise to struggle

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