photo: the most beautiful milk-thistle I have ever seen, Otago
You would cry in advance
to tame your emotions
you never know when the wind will change
and go off in another direction
sometimes you’re lucky:
by following your intuition
you find a silence
to be filled with your reasons.
photo: Tenby, there are as many types of nights as there are nights.
one should accept the night
as it would present itself
when it would be warm and white
we would listen to the silence
we would tell our lives
to the sleeping clouds
when it would be cold and black
we would slip into it without noise
We would dream of storms and poetry
and wake up, rested, totally, allegedly.
photo: Tenby, December 2016, fence, detail, when aging means beautifying.
Circle the dark thoughts,
so they fall below zero
Dedicate the beautiful stories
to the sad widows of heroes
Burn in the evening stars
and bow to the words
*posted in 2017
first uploaded 2017
photo: I am looking forward to living in a world where we let flower pots get old and old, until they develop their unique beauty : Mykonos
we would forget the basic rules,
the very basic rules,
we would get up late,
we would drink coffee
after coffee until lunch
as if we were on holiday,
as if we were elsewhere,
as if, as if.
photo: winter has this unique ability to bring me back to simplicity
the airy skirts floated up
to the heavens but
the earth spoke little that Sunday
or was it that I could not hear it?
Even demons feel cold on Sundays
and needs a little sleep in
