A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity—he is continually in for—and

and. we had the impression of a crumbling society, that is still dancing – facing a catastrophe – a war,

scratching the wounds open – then letting go. holding hands with a new sister trying to become quiet – and

head of a list / burning passion in between dreams: dancing before his statue – impossible to oversleep.

Hello, everyone! Here I am, in beautiful Rijeka, happy to be a part of “Make a Move” project (co-funded by

[dry me a river]                             – remember

Galway, 3rd of May 2019 EVA Dear Maria, we are back to Galway now. The island was moving in many

  DAY 7: 1 st of may, international day of demonstrations for the workers rights. Not in Inisheer. Here there

Galway Lab Day 5 & 6 Video Blog!

After a sudden change of plans due to bad weather the previous day, we began our trip to Inis Oirr

    And we are off! Bags were packed, passports double-checked, laptops taken out of airport luggage for screening, buses