*** My Morning Star over La Manche - She looked like every other, but not! She didn’t move - the joy that never stops, when one is early up to…
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*** Being the first on Earth to enter this speechless winter, snow crocuses and white swans have skies and me at their feet. Rising heavenward, crocuses - over the soil,…
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*** Firefighting your wild eyes - along the burning coast where the only guest I was - in stillness of the sun moment - a calligraphic drawing were your words…
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*** You might have taken the wrong way home - A seagull I got into in the realm of salt. Keeping my temper Beautifully - “Possessing is also to belong”.…
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🐠*** A shoal of sardines bathes over the glazed tiled streets of Lisbon, the moon and lanterns here are of pasteis de nata colour and texture. On Praça do Comércio…
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Короткая новелла "Тише...Piano", 2012 Тише – piano...Слышишь? Piano! Ночью в Брюгге все втройне нежней. Губ ноктюрны слабым клавесином плавно отзываются в воде. Как нигде глаза на сепии Канала Dijver зеленее…
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22.01.2020🌧☂️💧 *** Clouds seed tears upon your skin - probably more similar to frost, rain pearls slowly sink deep down the ice layers - your eyes are tired metallic mist.…
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*** Winter brings long nights and long dreams. I preached to the wind this morning, when rewinding my night's sleep's story: the real wildness of how close we were, the…
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*** Still breathing, being something you never were, your grief is more a figure than a cigarette in one's hand. In the mode of a mineral, a distant light, a…
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*** The sun sets in her chrome chest. She crosses the sky on foot. Her thirst is snow, over La Mer Du Nord - never to freeze to stone. Her…
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