coils

there was once a pond, a perfectly round pond surrounded by bulrush and guarded by an old willow. on the liquid surface, here and there, one could see perfumed heads of water lilies, who had a very important role: they were meant to pin down into the lake the sky’s reflection so that the fish… … Continue reading

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November Rorschach

Morning glides slowly along the wings of a dragonfly frozen in a corner and my window sighs, blessed with sunlight – November kisses seconds with the tenderness of one who knows that time is merely the perfume of existence. I see myself in a mirror through thick layers of smoke, “A thousand kisses deep” filling … Continue reading

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