*** The white of innocence, Of canals for eternity, The white of swans, Of swearing fidelity, The white of love to you, My Birdperson, The white of sea foam Is…
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*** Again, I have my midnight musings, Can’t sleep, I’m circulating, darling - The gift of having you, intensely For only seven months… l’m learning To navigate the pain Together…
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*** She paints a garden, In which she doesn’t depict rose bushes, But the mountains behind it, Bird sounds and windowless attics. She paints with so much words The tongue…
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*** This absence reappears. The absence that makes the rest exist. Your traces are present, In order to keep The windows open, and me - Gruff and still. Something has…
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*** I want to you as I wanted the sea, As I wanted the beauty of Saint Petersburg, As I wanted thoughtlessly At least one rose petal In my hand,…
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October Hill Magazine set sail on its maiden voyage as a non-profit magazine in the Spring of 2017 in Greenwich Village, New York City. The magazine grew out of the…
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*** A triangle of three beings, Yesterday night I saw it. I thought to myself: “Aiuto!” No words and no visions - new colour! Time shifted my answers, Answers we…
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*** To love when you don’t even know that you love. To love when autumn stars stop falling And I stand and watch and I know That I’ll never catch…
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*** when I'm not there, it warms you and comforts you - a big red armchair. when you aren’t here, I wait to see you and look forever. my love…
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