The Paleozoic Clock by Enrique de Santiago

Before to be

Before discriminating the grey hours of the clear

She lived the only and always ufana clarity of my imaginary friend

Time evaporated his muscles and nerves

To leave only impressions on the ether

Featured Image: The clock that survived the paleozoic, acrylic and ink on Fabriano paper 250 gm. 21 x 28 cm. Enrique de Santiago

The dream of the sphinx

Bounded by the breath of time

Rush me to the shore

from the young chimera.

Aurea X-ray, acrylic and ink on Fabriano paper, 21 x 28 cm. Enrique de Santiago


“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to men as it really is: infinite. “

William Blake

And I saw the impossible behind the possible

clinging to its subalternative limit that varies by century

because it responds to the movement of utopian tides

as I look into your eyes from the night glass

there everything was infinite in a tear lodged in your pupil

where she calculated the proper time

to go out into the light of tornadoes

and to the thick porcelain of desire.

Lithic Dreams of an Amazed Void, ink on 300gm Canson paper. 21 x 28 cm.
Enrique de Santiago

Perpendicular Imagination That Peeks Out

after the divine muscle

that bare your pelagic fate

to the one who lies at the feet of his limestone slab.

With every sun 666 mistakes arise

in the belly of the lunar word.

Appearance, ink and piece of paper, on 300 gm Canson paper. 21 x 28 cm. Enrique de Santiago

From the clouds held for centuries

of the air that snakes the knot violates sense

and every dark way that embraces the sound of the world

the maze light line emerges

The Weight of Astral Utopia, acrylic and ink on Fabriano paper 250 gm. 29 x 21 cm. Enrique de Santiago


Only from the heart can you touch the sky. (Rumi)

So many times announced about my bone marrow

Bear Minor reduces his trades

while the diligent memory of your laughter

still loathing the twilight

and you will know by the occasional spurs

that had not taken my hands away from that oniric praise

and neither from the damp condition that bounced from his promised halo.

written and Illustrated by ©Enrique De Santiago

Enrique De Santiago. Poet, Artist and Philosopher

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