my wish
snow is falling softly like the feathers of my winter-jacket.
pitty I am allergic to feathers.
I'm going to the line to get my favourite jumper.
pitty it is frozen.
I was born eighteen years ago.
pitty I didn't stay in the pre-existence.
xxx
to touch somebody's body with your mind,
without the words,
listening only, grasp the other,
gently,
disappear in spasmic grip of the moment,
in the beauty
of being the other, and other being you
Noise
unwritten like a blinding white piece of paper,
empty as a dead sea-shell,
within repeated false belief I repeat the feeling,
I repeate the feeling, I repeat the act allowing other to re-open
my flesh,
create wounds,
and leaves me to heal in my own solitude
xxx
christ-like i spread my arms
flying towards the sun
penetrating clouds above and falling through air-empty non-space
heated closeness crosses my arms on my chest
and again i am falling
falling
falling and hitting against the surface of cold sea
the hit is glass-like
pieces flying like shrapnells everywhere
pieces of me, of the sea
and pieces of the one who let me soar so high
xxx
pain that is contained within
- love;
and it doesn't need to be.
human that endures
- for love;
and it doesn't need to be.
desire for humanly love
- longs;
when there is nothing else to do.
xxx
to breathe in the stillness of summer sunset painted raspberry colour, I want
peace
placid sea surrounded with thrown about pieces of land, I feel
tension
mashy air of melted clouds loses its stitches, I hear
silence
my glasses washed with rain,
- I can't see.












