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A Glympse – George Onsy

Galaktika Poetike "ATUNIS"

all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait! _Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
George Onsy, an Egyptian, a classic Ulysses,
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”,
a sublime artist
an articulate author
a philosopher
a mystic poet
a sincere friend
not to forget
a lover of beauty and lovely soul

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A Glympse – Dr Jernail S. Aanand

Un GRANDISSIMO ONORE conoscerla e poter avere il piacere e la gioia di leggerla,GRANDISSIMO MAESTRO. COMPLIMENTI per le sue opere dolci, mistiche e piene d’amore che adoro.

Galaktika Poetike "ATUNIS"

all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait! _Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
Dr Jernail. S Aanand, a philosopher a writer a poet… a great man, whose silhouette is inscribed with the wind; roams upon space filling it with his mundane gestures, echoes, traditions and intentions… establishing a footprint a trend a fashion of…

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