"In the Fall he came back, and with him the birds."

this is me

or the fireflies in my mouth falling upwards

this was home

or that time you broke my knee and i told no one

call me home



but before, scratch my surface a little
i too need to find myself




this is what i've been waiting for: the chance to even up the door and morning light


she still doesn't match his room, even if it's tidy now

unfolding without a navigator
crashing into a lake









(my films are two old and pretty upset)
((we're not leaving yet))

of her house
of her life

while the world bends the wrong way


in the middle of a whirl

no 3




no 13

sau zodia din care musti si devii invizibil

no 16







no 14

the cure song, a mountain, a friwnds and broken hand made lens

silence


touch




Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that call'd Body is a portion of Soul discern'd by the five Senses ...







[That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul.]

to go where my heart is

ceci est la fin

j'ai besoin de me couvrir

while the pieces of my sould were out to dry