unseen labyrinth of nostalgia who will cover your dry plains with innocent snow?
from the stones the sea rises. I too once breathed into that blue, like in a mirror
I too once laughed as a blind child with my neck on the sickle
I love you! I love you! December morning where all is peaceful
new morning in which I tear from life
another fountain of sand, a cloud of glass
new morning when life smiles at me like a ghost
behold poetry as a secret love that
not telling anything
says it all...