*** You were the shoes, I was the cloud, Walking along the quayside, Flowing above the sound Of waves. You left the traces on the wharf, I – shadows on…
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*** There were the windows without curtains, arm-open, There was an ocean without water, stepping in slowly, vowel-by-vowel, inside the me and the cotton-walled living, where the pink beach were…
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*** The beauty of you is not a chance, it can’t be changed by dress, your haute couture skin is finest crêpe de chine, your inimitable way of walking forward…
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*** He believes he is her devotee, not a stalker. He says he follows her, but he is not a haunter. He says she is his butterfly, but not his…
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*** We were in the middle of each other, with doors looked, curtains sealed, with full-open wings, almost hovering in the eye of the wind, at several thousand feet above…
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*** There was a long moment of falling as in a dream, or like the snow, a moment when the world came to a full stop, when the universe shrank…
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*** Impossible to measure, Impossible to quantify, The silence In which I sit, By which I’m fossilised, Smelling the may bells, Thinking of you Unbuttoning your shirt, Unbuttoning your heart.…
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*** We keep our separate silences, Belgium outside is in clouds, trembles in spasms of rain, the skies leak through my fingers glued to the cold French window, the treetops…
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*** There was nothing left for us but to thank the stars for hearing the keys under these hands, under the hands without music, under the hands without any land…
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*** Sometimes I go to Honfleur, I walk its coble stones and forest roads, there is a lot of French noise: wine clinking, chanson and laughter, and in front of…
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