still searching for the new sound for so long that the trees we planted in the wild days have made it to the other side of the desert and at night we hear heavy fruit drop sonorous into still water but this is not enough there is still a hair unreachable in the throat in the morning we find the ruins of another city it must have been spectacular with those stones in the sky
Tag Archives: city
no one may guess
how old
rat in the city
icicle shine
the city recalls
how to digest itself
dancing figures in smoke from the city of dry leaves in my chest
fine rain a new post code in the city of the dead
other animals 