By Arts we catch reality out of the true Words and Colors.

The word remains the same, the meaning evolves .. perhaps who listens to a talk guess it's a meaning when in fact it is an essence.

When poetry is released from one of us, towards Freedom the aim, where the world can't hold ambitions ... The poet now is, a stranger in his body and exiled in the quick-labyrinths .. of what He reflectes from the inner/outer realities .. Neutral philosopher or a saint.