From colours to silence

Love

Water was the keyword, cold salty and always moving. What I remember most vividly was me sitting by that unfamiliar river, reading a book... a book that somehow spun everything and blanked out all my illusions, a river that swept away what I thought to be my heart.  A side of me got drown and though I can still hear the bubbles coming out from the helpless throat, I can't stop loving these big blues and deep greens I am swimming in.

Interpret myself

While I crawl into the unknown... cover me

Ready for winter

Still wander

Misty moments

A glimpse

 

We surely whirl
moments scattered over the spiral we create
and the center that is today inner
tomorrow I find it in the outer world

Home for pigeons and cables

Circling

"Suddenly there is a world within this world,
ocean inside the water jar."
Rumi

P.

Good night my vigorous sun, wake up my beauty longing moon

Attached to summer

Birds

Beach moments

No floating boats in my eyes

 
We used to say as kids "there are floating boats in your eyes" when we suspect that somebody is lying.