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Over my blanket - translucent but heavy, a bronze blizzard happens - the bell voices are ringing the drawings, the fragments of cosmos. No, not the couvre-feu, and not for…

To O.B. *** Far from alone. A magic observed. Your outward wings took us beyond summa académica, into the woods growing on clouds, up to the lake behind the deserts,…

*** I think about your eyes - the most Mars-like on Earth, heart-slides they cause, each - several times larger than the Solar System , dust and rocks of my…

*** 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…

*** 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,…

*** 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…

*** 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”.…

🐠*** 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…

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.…

*** 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…