25 August, 2014

Stella - 1955

It is the thirteenth of the month
My bad-luck day
I don't want to set eyes on
or great a single soul

Every time it is the thirteenth 
I don't get out of bed
I close the doors and windows
buy my eyes refuse to close


18 June, 2014

The Monk by the Sea

"How wonderful it is to sit completely alone by the sea under an overcast sky, gazing out over the endless expanse of water. It is essential that one has come there just for this reason, and that one has to return. That one would like to go over the sea but cannot; that one misses any sign of life, and yet one senses the voice of life in the rush of the water, in the blowing of the wind, in the drifting of the clouds, in the lonely cry of the birds ... No situation in the world could be more sad and eerie than this—as the only spark of life in the wide realm of death, a lonely center in a lonely circle..."