I am a disappearance ( Read more... )

They should stay
and let
their islands glow,
the softest little

piece of earth,
soil black and rich,
their hands deep
beneath the

chimes of holy winds
and their days marked
by the fleeting
and the light,

the fleeing from
the light.

...

we mark our joys,
avoid death and lovers,
and we are
rich in the salt
of their lips.

we suffer like a quiet witness ( Read more... )

As somebody once said to me, I will continue to lead a private life.