*** Our journey around the world And towards each other Is a non-stop sentence, Spontaneous and indifferent to punctuation, Lots of love, lots of layers, Your everyday gestures are always…
*** I was a wandering camel Braying at the sun, I felt I was walking On hot coals, I kept my pain and sadness Secret (Anyway, there was no-one around!)…
*** Feelings that I want to be honest about, Feelings that you can get tangled up, Feelings that become real Once they have been pronounced, Feelings that lie so helplessly…
*** One stroke- A sure stride of melody Emerges from the hotchpotch of sounds, The painting is painting itself, The painting re-reads the letters You have sent and you’ve received,…
*** The brushwork of the Flemish fog, Sfumato, soft, The hovering of thought In depthlessness, The stillness of a voice Inside one’s head, Unwillingness of images To move, A feeling…
*** Flying around the world For millions of years, She appeared resting On the finely curved lip Of a limestone, When I saw her I thought of Nabokov! In the…
*** All the beauty, All the poetry meaning of stars Is that they are infinitely far From Earth, Remain a secret to us. They are lovingly cultivated For the sheer…
*** At night, when people don’t part, In the beige house on the blue lake Surrounded by a number of rocky mountains, Between terra firma and watery nothingness, Not a living soul…
*** Your shadow climbs the mountain, And the wind sighs between your arms, Long corridors of arched shoulders Through which I eye the spire of a church, I sense the…
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