When I was five, swift Joe kicked the ball high upp in the sky.
I still wait for its return.

Tell me my love

Where do you begin


Where does your shadow finish?

She is the poisonous presence of unbroken delight

Echoing through ages

Her enchanting smile lightens the night.

She is not far
She is not near
Neither is she a story
Nor a dream

She is simply the grand duchess of fiery desire


Waiting for nothing
Desiring nothing
I hear no one
But the endless skies
pouring gently in my chest…

Arioso in reverse

Her life is a symphony of shards.
Don´t play your music too near her – you may cut your strings.

To Liane

She burst in like a blonde waterfall
I don’t recall what she said to me
I heard only the soothing music of her unending wings…