Evil hides itself behind the most harmless look. Wickedness has innocent eyes. Maybe the nightmare is part of our very existence.
The real innocents are overcome or react with violence.

The writer and painter Liv Odin has been working in different countries. She spent about two years in Paris where she started a small literary-artistic salon, then she left the city and had a schoolarship at Polonicum University in Warsaw.
She’s known mostly in Europe for her travelling exhibitions in which her verses and painting often join other expressive forms as theatre and music. She has been guitarist in two bands and ruled some language expressive ateliers. She has also worked as teacher.

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Like in the last chapter of Ulysses by Joyce, here there are no punctuation marks, althought a few meaningful interrogation marks create at times interchangeable sentences, that may take opposite meanings.
A far aim looking like an unrealizable dream or maybe just the research of a not yet defined aim.
Letting yourself going to drift and then coming back and rowing even against the current, doggedly, desperately.
Horrified looks over the evil abyss that’s part of human nature.
Alternating of resignation and yearnings for freedom and attempts at escaping through a hard and troubled set course which is paved with questions that seem to remain unanswered.
Perhaps a slight hope.

                                                                   David Veiss

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