Poetry

These are some of the very first poems I wrote. They were penned in a period of my life when I was often depressed and felt lonely. This is why most of them cast feelings of gloom and low spirits.

This captures a rather indeterminate period of my life — I still hold on to fragments of my sombre past but I also look forward to new horizons. My first attempts at a philosophic outlook on reality.

This is where my most mature poetry is collected. Most poems were written after long hiatuses, born of the absence of lyrical inspiration in me. They are also quite scattered in time, although, it seems to me, this does not detract from their emotional charge.

The penning of these poems was driven by the cyclical character of nature. They are my interpretation of the theme of the changing of seasons that enjoys such great popularity in the arts.

Despite being too old now to feel any frivolous amorous emotions, for a brief moment of time I was completely overwhelmed by new thrills — or merely old memories that still live…