Shadows and lights
Sometimes the shadow of the East lights wins
The banks rose fingering mordoré time
We are you and me p oncifs of eloquence
Departing elsewhere
Alone together
The distant call us
We listen to the wind and suddenly
The wind changes
A rain, a fine rain of August
Shall carry nothing that
lightweight spinning
The horizon is then covered moon dust
As a world-aged varnish collected angels
the dunes
At the sea
To earth
What believe your wife countries
Night buried towards the abyss we call the heart