An organization for national and international Cross-Genre events & projects between the lines. Literature, Music and Arts intertwined to send a message. Either to watch, listen and observe or to learn and have a look at the layers behind...

No boundaries

I possess neither wings


nor the magician’s mischief


but, believe me, I can fly


and I can also be a landscape


of mirrors that name whatever moves

or has pretensions to be alive

On the wingspan of my desire

easy as the approach of any day

you can clearly remember


I can fly to any place

or moment fertile with memory


or create fresh ones without a single boundary

though our lives remain so pathetically prosaic

With informed hope


and resolve we must know


how to move forward to a landscape


where our dreams cannot be turned into nightmare

where our dreams are always in sight


where we must again


redden the blackest folds


of our memory and intent

by Keorapetse Kgositsile