02.12.2025

S: They ask me what I look at when I look into their eyes. What I think.

A: What is it?

S: Their eyes are intoxication. They are intoxication. I am one who is drunk when they set their eyes upon me. I do not think. I am no longer sober. Simply I look and I am drunk by their eyes.

A: Beauty is a trap for the eyes.

S: You cannot understand beauty from afar. It asks for closeness. Just another closer look. Then another. Then another.

A: Do you think you can unfold the secrets in their eyes?

S: All of the facets of the jewels that make up the elements of their eyes, all of their whispers and murmurings, can a genius understand them?

A: Can a genius love?

S: Does not love call for a genius of its own?

A: A genius of intoxication?

S: The Tiger looks into the eyes of one that is his. He drinks from those eyes of bewitchment. The more he drinks, the thirstier he is. The more he is bewitched. The spell is strong, the intoxication is strong.

A: And the one that is Tiger’s?

S: They look back. In their eyes there is the mystery. They are the enigma.

01.12.2025

A: It is the time of change and transformation. It is the New Year.

S: This taste of the Revolution, it passes quickly for the sheep. They forget quickly. This taste is what we have prepared our dishes for our whole life.

A: There is change but there is constancy.

S: Yes, I still feel the shadow of the embrace of the Mother goddess. Her arms are around my neck and back. My body is colliding with hers and the heat grows. I am connected to her like I am connected to the body of my lover. She is my anchor to the world and the heavens. She saves me and gives me support.

A: You know that she is not real.

S: She is the ideal. The ideal warrior. Love and protection. The fight. The hero. Power itself.

A: You embrace a thought?

S: It was her that rescued me. The Mother Goddess. The things we cannot speak of, the secrets. I was dead and she gave me life. From the pain came The Mother and she was Love.

A: You ask for the embrace?

S: I long for it again to savour her form, to get close to her. I am her son and her lover. To feel her just once more in my life, the wish of the fighter.