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this is the continuation of my previous blog "It's time 4 dAn"

I will continue with my mix of poetry + photography. Enjoy your read!

True at first light

Loving Life Posted on 2019-09-03 10:42:22

This is no entry on Hemingway’s novel with the same title. A book you could read if you have time at hand and want to read yourself into a white hunter’s perspective on the African Savannah. I liked it a lot, some twenty years ago.

But this is a text-photography combination on an early September morning in central Europe.

It is all about a flower on a balcony shortly before sunrise.

I woke up to the most beautiful light
and for some reason I was not tired enough
to just enjoy it
had to grab the camera change the lens
and frame it
for you to enjoy it

So here I am
naked inside and outside
slightly trembling
and trying to focus

while rags of past masques
are undulating in the morning
breeze above my head
shreds among shreds
of dreams

communicating with the rising
slowly changing
the face of this part of our
until she comes
in full force
and redder than red
bringing her love
light and
we need

true at first light
you bloom into my night
mare of mellow colors
up for the bright that now follows

Daniel Graziadei 03 September 2019

A Reader Walking in Buenos Aires

Loving Life Posted on 2019-02-22 13:45:10

Walking streets I read
not approaching that cemetery yet
that is now and was yesterday and will be
in 2666 even if the human world will not

Walking by faces known
Walking by signs and slogans that show
that all the fights between different positions
and visions is happening right now right here
and with the fervor of Buenos Aires

Daniel Graziadei 220219 Buenos Aires

For more pictures:

Growing up lively

Loving Life Posted on 2018-03-02 22:29:54

I observed these ornamental branches
bought from one of those shops
that sell rapidly decaying
beauty reaped from

but this time it was
were falling
no heads slowly
curving towards the top
of an ornamental table towards
the bottom of an ornamental vase or even
towards the surface of the floor we scuttle upon

this time
the vase sported branches
from dragon’s claw willows
and those dragons’s claws
don’t faint
when they are cut from their roots
instead they sprout
into hope

light green like foresight
fresh green like spring
these leaves are sprouting
against the greyish white
of those snow-colored walls

Daniel Graziadei 2018

I dream

Loving Life Posted on 2017-05-22 13:02:35

on another exasperating busride from Italy to Germany

I dream of a world

where bus drivers

do not play border

control and police

their velocity instead

of people desperate

to leave a mess

or just happy

to travel the continent

they reached

I dream of that

while the fences rise

and the far right

has entered the center

against the votes

of the population

I dream of change

against the direction

the tabloids proclaim

and propagate against

reason and hope

I deam of waking

up and finding my

dream to be life

(all pictures (c) Daniel Graziadei, apart from this last one: (c) Martin Geier)

Difficult to Deep (About a Tweet)

Loving Life Posted on 2017-03-17 01:04:59

An acclaimed poet twittered

a memo not to himself

but to poets

and that


had a


it was #14

and fourteen read

“Difficult” does not necessarily mean “Deep”.

That tweet somehow spoke to me

even though I had

never asked

for it


why I’ve

got to answer it

with a sort of question

Yes, professor

I have to agree with your fourteen

‘cause I myself found it a little difficult

to take your order and your lore

did not feel deep

at first sight

But even though I cannot capitalize




I do agree

that difficult

is no necessity

for the whisper or rumble

to cross all protective plating

around our adaptations to insanity

and resonate where

simple sincerity



Wondering about deep in there out there and somewhat somewhere

between blown up emotions quartered thoughts and pressing silence

I find my guts long enough to foretell a connection

and the birds circling above press for a question

That is why I have to ask you about opacity

and where denseness lies

in your charting

of the deep

Daniel Graziadei 2017

Istanbul Karada and Medina

critique Posted on 2016-07-05 02:55:47

Istanbul Karada now Medina

The architects of horror

are pounding hatred

without mercy

onto the playing

and the praying

people of peace

ful preparations of celebrations

of charity and happiness

While people of peace prepare

their houses and their hearts

for the breaking

of their fast

mass murderers try to break

them fast and furiously

I read death-counts and latest news helplessly

like back in 2003

I turn

and breathe and ground myself and open up

and then I pray

May the children and their parents, may all the women and all the men rest in peace.

May all victims of terror and hatred and fear rest in peace. May the survivors find peace in their hearts.

May we overcome all divisive ideologies of hate and greed with new acts of kindness and peace.

May we allow ourselves

to turn from reaction to action

allow ourselves to overstand

allow ourselves to overcome

in love and peace

No borders – no nations – just flows of migrations

Loving Life Posted on 2016-06-29 20:35:15

And one day

those apes with their ties

those apes in their cocktail dresses

who call themselves humans

and think themselves better

than animals and plants and stones and earth and even water

something vague and possibly even nonexistent

something they dream of and call


they forgot that they had just jumped

from the tree the other night

and covered the earth with their footprints at dawn

and moved on and on and on through midday

because the grass

on the other side of the river

on the other side of the mountains

on the other side of the desert

just seemed a little bit greener and wider

than where they stood

But wherever some of them settled

down all turned night

and they instantly forgot

about all that movement

and all the hardship

and pissed into all corners and margins

raised some flags and some borders

and in the process started to feel

proud of themselves

better than others

their brothers

and sisters

in the eternal


of migration

BrennerO: Refugees welcome!

::ON STAGE:: Posted on 2016-06-29 19:05:50

I have read in no man’s land.

I’ve read on the Brenner Pass. During a manifestation for open borders and open hearts for all people who are forced to flee.

I’ve read texts against borders and discrimination while I felt the eyes of the states in my back.

But when I looked up from my words – black ink on white paper – I saw colorful people and a green hill under a blue sky.

I felt wonderful to be part of this message of hope and peace and unity against the violence, hate and authoritarianism that spreads like a cancer. We spread love and art instead.

For pictures of the event click here.

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