wolves
you imagine
how do you live in that house
somewhere over there among the trees.
Shoulders.
I'm coming...
Posted in words
Milk of the plane
with airplanes never before
I did not eat lunch and wine
I didn't see how milk is extracted from them...
Posted in dreams
For Mary Magdelie
Standing into the legs
I will go to happiness
Further than the sea
Standing into your fingers
I will see the sun...
Posted in dreams
Buckwheat honey
Everything does not start immediately. First, movement. That strange, almost effortless gliding…
Posted in synthesis
Self -Botany
In the morning, the sun on the table draws a long, sharp rectangle. It lies a photo.
Yesterday she looked like…
Posted in synthesis