Self Portrait at Twenty Years
I set off, I took up the march and never knewwhere it might take me. I went full of fear,my stomach dropped, my head was buzzing:I think it was the…
Nostalgia
When the cobbler shop closed in our villagewith a hand-written note in the windowand an apologyon a wintry evening,while crows sat with big shoulders,their backs turned in the last shiver…
Thirst
The miraculous warmth that arose so implausibly from rock had, within it, thirst. * Thirst made by a glimpse that is, each time, brief. * As if, each time, that…
