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Between going and staying the day wavers,  in love with its own transparency.  The circular afternoon is now a bay  where the world in still...

A tree grew inside my head. A tree grew in. Its roots are veins, its branches nerves, thoughts its tangles foliage. Day breaks in the body’s...

for Roman Jakobson 1 Between what I see and what I say, Between what I say and what I keep silent, Between what I keep silent and what I dre...

I was walled inside a dream. Its walls had no consistency, no weight: its emptiness was its weight. The walls were hours and the hours sorro...

Instantaneous architectures hanging over a pause, apparitions neither named nor thought, wind-forms, insubstantial as time and, like time, d...

Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, ...

. If you are the amber mare I am the road of blood If you are the first snow I am he who lights the hearth of dawn If you are the tower of n...

. . Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. . The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in st...

. . The water hollowed the stone, the wind dispersed the water, the stone stopped the wind. Water and wind and stone. . The wind sculpted th...

. . Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. .  Enchanting smile Any ...