shields

Find me a mantle to wrap in it all the white of our days and the black of our nights. Find me such a cloak that would deny, with its imperviousness, sand’s access to our unspoken words, so that whatever sound still crawls along my skin yet shivering with reminisces of tenderness from our youth, … Continue reading

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passing

May is dying – a slow and brilliant death, adorned with strings of forward insipid cherries and smelling like algae crucified on the seashore, a death like a heavy minuet to whose tempo cling, caramelized, seeds of dreams incongruent with reality. May draws slowly its last breath in our arms, crushing with masked despair its … Continue reading

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