photo: when I see that moon, I think I am not sure I want humans beings to go and spoil it as they are spoiling earth.
I will read slowly
the words and their syllables
as if they were touching my skin
they would roll against it
then tear it alive
they would fight among themselves
to rub closely against it
after a vain battle
they would doze off
behind the dark pages
of my old notebooks
during the Indian summer
photo: Kaiteriteri (translation: fast fast food) at dawn
one receives the words
in the whirlwind of shadow
on paper at dawn
photo; Marahau (windy gardens) Abel Tasman national park, Goden Bay, savouring the moment.
at the beginning
we would do whatever was necessary
to follow what we thought was history
and one’s fate
asking profound questions
about every single second
or the before and after of the world
we would think about everything
but we wouldn’t live much.
When we would wake up to the world
we would try to live every second
but there wouldn’t be that many left
and the past would be bittersweet.
Photo: Salisbury Falls, a memorable swim, icy water and beautiful sun.
Sometimes life resembles a dream and other times the dream is more vivid than reality. Sometimes ghosts invite themselves to the table, you dance a little with them before they disappear. Then, you search for the right words to express what has happened, you do not find them, but they end up finding you.
words will be put together
that mean nothing, or so you think
However when she will say
"don't forget to wear a hat
when it is cold", it will mean "I love you"
and that will be good enough
for the day
*first published in 2023, edited, or I should say, totally transformed in 2025