Unread books
unfinished dreams –
was that life?
Everybody with his bundle of time
up and down, here and there,
until we recreated ourselves
in a sarcophagus of words,
in a white silence…
Unread books
unfinished dreams –
was that life?
Leaning on its shadow
* * * (There it is below, between two coasts)
The Preacher
Oh, Cavafy
Tohu va bohu 2
Two Silences
* * * (Just a while longer and I shall return home)
Nothing and Nobody
Everybody Is Alone
When You Are Far
* * * (In the space between two words)
He Went to Bed with the Word
The Preacher
Oh, Cavafy
Tohu va bohu 2
Two Silences
* * * (Just a while longer and I shall return home)
Nothing and Nobody
Everybody Is Alone
When You Are Far
* * * (In the space between two words)
He Went to Bed with the Word