Aqua Regia

A true alchemist must know the function of corrosive waters, particularly Aqua Regia

Aqua Regia dissolves gold, thereby separating it from impurities. Later, one can recover the metal by precipitating the solution.

Do you know how to use Aqua Regia without burning yourself?
Do you know where to find it and how to apply it?

Use the corrosive waters with utmost delicacy, and do not complain if you have burnt your hands:

it will be your own fault.

Gray Wolf

Sometimes I feel like a wolf.
A big, strong, free gray wolf.
Sometimes I am a wolf.

Look at his eyes:
masculine, aren't they?
Yet, they are a bit sad.
And why not being sad?
Sadness is deep and sweet.

To be a gray wolf is this,
to be powerful,
independent,
absolutely free,
yet never afraid
of being sad
and howl
alone
during
the
long,
starry
nights
at
the
distant
moon.

Motorbikes

A bike is a lump of metal, yet is made of fire.
You jump on its saddle, you feel the Flame.

Flame of Freedom,
Flame of Power.

Energy,
Dynamism,
Life.

Fire is good.

But,
never
ever
forget
it also
burns.

When Lead Transpires

Lead is the coarsest amidst the traditional seven metals of Western Alchemy.

Its color is grey, and it conveys la pesanteur, a grey heaviness of the soul.

Its planet Old Saturn, bestower of dark melancholy.

Lead sings its dumb song in a baritone key.

Yet, it is written that thou shalt seek the Spirit of Metals under the Seal Of Saturn.

You will let lead transpire, till its precious sap comes out of its grayish grave.

But how?

Similia similibus solvantur.

Thou shalt meet lead with utmost kindness, wash it with amorous tears, till it sweats drops of love.

Praha

All day long, The Golden Town is infested by tourists, like swarms of flies pestering a dormant Cyclops.

But Sacred Night comes at last, and Stare Mesto is once again what it always was:

a place of sacred rites,

a place of ineffable magic,

a place of blessed silence.

I walk the dark lanes of Praha like a mature man coming back, after a long distracting journey, to his cherished home.....