*** This is a strange winter: A nymph is chased by lavender tea smells. Fleur de Sel dawns. Sands laid with flowers. Swirls of chicory leaves in the mouth. Lady…
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*** One step away from lips, The wax - a liquid kiss - Gets spilled right on the floor Under four feet In all its gentleness. A glimmer in the…
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*** Your gloved hands Over the pages of a rare book - SintBaldus Beach. December by the sea Is when I never see your wrists, Is when I think: “When…
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*** The morning sun Couldn’t see wind, Only the sand It moved. The sun couldn’t hear the wind, Only the waves it touched. The sun couldn’t smell wind, Only the…
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*** A painting In which I would live forever, A painting That I, like a blind artist, Learn to put in colours By touch and memory. When days pass by…
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*** I have never seen clouds Up on the ground. I’ve never touched les nuages With bare-arms. But today I did. Feet deep in heavens I walked among foam Larger-than-life…
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*** There was no way I could send you a sea-foam rose… Swallowed by pillowy clouds, Between two huge silver mirrors, I dreamt of a bubble bath Going awry in…
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A late-morning coffee at the Cathedral of Light with a grandmaster of organ music -Jan Vermeire. To be still, inside the heart of an organ, and to absorb Chopin. To…
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*** Sincerely, Sunrain. Is running down my back. Through porticoes, Over the black and white tiled gallery, around the lighthouse, above the fish market, against a cacophonous crowd in masks…
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*** At first, there was the fog. Thick silk beige smoke was all that could be heard for miles and miles on either side of sand dunes I’d been allowed…
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