Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-11-01 00:29:03
without a battle
for the no-man's land
a flag that says
are all migrants
a spinning planet
turn of a tide
a sheet of paper
all will be gone
the wind of some change
blows the pipe of our notions
for the fun of seeing
blind but senseless
the ever seeing darkness
stumble through nothing
From the hammering
of a doubt like a cloud
the frown of a sincere mind
we rise into a dawn of questionings
I dreaming a mare called reality?
is this just a pessimist partiality?
And why is the simple breath so much brighter?
quality of any answer
not to be judged
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-06-07 03:59:13
A question born in the alps
from the winds under the wings
of an alpine chough
A question oscillating
in the feathered dance of her approach
in the sparkling of her eyes
the shimmering of her beak
Punctured by cries
How do we interact with the many forms of life?
Are we just babbling or do we truly communicate?
How do we relate?
And how, how do we listen?Which way shall it be?
And an answer is
turning into the wind
circling in the upcurrent
higher and higher
_The meeting with the beautiful yellow-billed chough took place during the descent from mount Schinder on the Tyrolean-Bavarian border on June 6th 2015.
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-06-05 12:15:26
Thursday, 4th of June. Protests against G7 and all the hypercapitalist hubris that comes with it. Munich, Bavaria, Germany.
A leftist newspaper titles a section: "Rowdies desperately wanted". Riotpolice stand idle in the shades of trees, like tiger watching lambs. But, against all the tales from the interior ministry, happily lapped up by the simply-not-minding-to-get-out-and-do-their-job-in-an-investigative-manner media, there are no bad sheep on these streets.
There are old men and old women in traditional dresses, there are parents with children, children with parents, boyz n girls, there are many young people, costumes, elaborate constructions, small cardboards, there are voices, many many different voices.
And they feel that they will be heard, even without shouting.
Because we are many and we are creative.
Because we are combining so many small fights into this big battle.
Because we do it without fuss, hate or violence.
G7 confronts us directly with our system of consumption, hierarchical domination and international politricks.
With 7 bullies thinking to rule the world due to a mixture of colonial legacy, imperial primacy and a perspective on the country that is merely economical in its exploitative capitalist way of measuring. Otherwise, these would not be the seven greatest.
But it is them. It is our democratically elected leaders behaving like kings and queens of the world. The greed for endless growth combined with the fear of loosing an election every four years, what a bad coupling. We can imagine better forms.
And we are here to say ¡STOP!. Stop the confluence of big business with big politics. These politricks are just not good enough for us. You "don't sell our democracy".
There marches a joke and the joke starts like this:
"7 Bullies walk into a German castle..."
and ends in creativity, exchanges of ideas, fundraising, good vibes and a lot of understanding. There is a high sensitivity that the problem is enormous, that we must act now and that we have to cover all of the problems.
That we have to work on it from every side and every corner at the same time. Inside, outside, all along, far and wide. Because people are dying right now in deserts and on seas because of this senseless greed.
So this is what we ask for. Peace. A world with less greed and more love: "Kill the greed - Love is all we need".
When evening comes, the sunny protests are done.
The Isar continues to flow like a wild/tame river, renaturalized, meandering through Munich.
Sun sets. It feels like everything is gonna be alright.
Hope is alight *
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-12-14 23:51:37
During a stroke of sunshine
I took the camera
to see a difference
in front of me
what I had felt when
the first rays cut the grey
to meet the shiver of my winter skin
Through the lense I could see
a dance between light and matter
opening an in-between of positive vibez
like a humming bird's world connecting flutter
And that is how this ray of hope beamed me into the islands
of Miss Lou and Derek Walcott as well as Edward Kamau Brathwaite
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-04-27 23:36:20
appears to have taken
place in the capital
of Bavaria on
that very spot
the eye came late
and strolled through
a wide open space
full of sun and dust
and stands and stuff
and sand and enough
rarities and kitsch for disbelief
like another world
in the making
only the menace
of those trucks in their row
and the presence
of fluorescent men
marked a future
of the past
inna di border zone
on the jump on that
Flea Market of Worlds
[ for full view click
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-03-29 21:56:11I was lucky enough to be on the Southern side of the Alps when the great blooming started.
Had the opportunity to play gardener and farmer, walk the woods and enjoy a good flow of initiating energies.
The cycle of the year has turned
new spring awakes new life
with colorful powers
with powerful colors
by a warming sun
Blessed with a camera and a macro lens I tried to capture some of the poetry of spring blooming.
Enjoy the pictures and the picturepoems! [by clicking on the next picture or this link
[ http://artwork.danielgraziadei.de/#!album-3 ]
Thank you for the attention and have a good surf!
Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-03-01 05:19:00
a revolution you came into my life?
But how come you are so sure that you can move me?
You must know I am a human and thus very hard to wake from routine.
Alright you take water and win all the streams of my body my spirit my thoughts and my soul.
So this matter dissolves into a port and a sunset.
First entry set.