To My Sister

When my stars are blocked, the light is long gone. I am swirling in an ocean of words that does not tell me anything. While my mind is blank and my face can’t be forced to mirror my inside. The music of your voice comes lightly trough the darkness. The …

The Bench

The bench is rotting underneath my naked skin. The talking logs. They tell stories from before and which, out of nostalgia can not be changed. Placed on the sheen sand, a crescendo that meets Poseidon’s paradise. The brackish water catching its breath like a whale. Up and down it travels. Seagulls …

Outline of London : the Day I Arrived

Suitcase in hand, scribbles of words, the world full of water. On cobblestoned streets, passed by buses painted in passion, wet slick jacket. I saw what I heard, the day I arrived. A cab spitting water. Down the street where people are like wasps, searching trough aisles for the meat …