Who is anybody

My breath is slow 

Like the wind of my dreams 

And today like all days moves 

Through countless present moments 

I try to think of a time 

Less relaxing than this 

But find myself to lazy 

To engage with my memory 

To satisfied with the immediate

To acknowledge the human concept of time 

Who is anybody 

But the infinite now 

And the hot sun that won’t appear 

Is already shining inside me

Neil picking wild flowers in the mountains

Well house outside Bordeiro

"View of Bordeiro" acrylic on canvas 50 x 50cm

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 

Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.

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