You entered my life with unnecessary force
As if I were a child that needed discipline
You bent me over your will and punished me
With your dangerous weapons on display
Oh love! I come in peace with open arms
Must you seize me, break me, curse me,
Only to try to heal me with a moist embrace?
My heart is full of longing, my body aches to be
your playground, your workshop, your home
It begs for only the briefest show of weakness
A slight dip of the mask, a flash of tenderness
And I’d be your slave not by brute force
But by the sweetest surrender of love

(Image: Oil on canvas, Gabriela Premat-Wainer 1995
h: 145cm x w: 135cm)

To Gabriela, on our  45^Th anniversary, with more love that it is reasonable to expect to fit inside a person.
Every single day I think I can’t love you more. That love takes space, and that I have my fill. And every morning I prove myself wrong, even if I do not know where I put it.
Alioscha
30 of May, 2026

A quick look around told me
that, once again,
I was lost.
Lost inside her work
as, every now and then, I would.
I locked onto a single line
– a strong, assertive black line
That drew all eyes to itself,
defining the entire canvas.

It wasn’t a way out
but it was a way in…

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She is sixty-five
And she is magnificent
She plays with her grandchild
like a little girl
And smiles at her husband
with an intensity
that makes those watching them
look away, reddening