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toussaint
wasn't it to be onwards begin with the beginningless to be safe onwards your journey unto death no one's onwards the journey of death that counts backwards with stations in between the whats the wheres where breath halts vacillates time to glimpse pauses halts to count the pauses counts mountain ranges glimpses sea trenches backwards and forwards safe with your onwards journeys wohinher whereverwhere notherewhere où allons nous vers the moment 1 novmeber 2026


wherever name takes you
igreja de santa maria, logos mostly late at night narrow cobbled streets lagos gulls crying out tear-dried seas amsterdam fécamp nice leur veille de lampadaires wrap us in elsewhere their long calls what came to pass is the now passing by colorless blind sky our appearance turned over pages on seeking name where to find words for tongue to say not a function of mine understanding infante henrique v centenário a tua morte still good tides of unforsakable far in your gaze coll


moon fasting
budens, algarve, 2026 chairs emptied guests emptied they borrow the shapes of shadows absent guests where we are is where they have gone wind our becoming full moon veil spread over the long table times of fasting feasting suddenness of sea budens, algarve, 27 ocotber 2026


in a small pond
centro karuna, monchique, 20026 bathing sunlight in moonlight roots in slime flower in wind arrivals gone returning freed scooping words book of water-lilies 24 october 2026 last day of silent retreat


aurora
serra de monchique, october 2026 in memoriam marielle magnani wherever it goes you go with it that last exhale wherever it goes there you go go with the we all go with the it's breathtaking this moment sunrise within white walls bedsheets turn into darkening blue swept away by tides your eyes my words accompany you passages of sound scatter in bewildering silence mais tu sais la mer est blue foncée un voilier blanc est en train de passer un jappement de joie me parcourt en re


dépouillement des feuilles
l'heure est au dépouillement des feuilles time of shedding leaves can you feel sunlight touching your skin faint hint of breeze in the cool of an autumn morning in these mountains that don't mind the name they receive not begrudging echoes to passers by serra de monchique we who in turn are named and name not knowing what naming is who the nameless is not knowing the name we give is the name we


as waves goes out
fragmen XX shingles tumble in the backwash le fragment n'est rien rien étant sa mesure que ne contient-il pas nuits des mots lit des morts mots de leur nuit leurs lits de mots leaf scuttling on the terrasse rushes through light and shade brief how brief left unuttered as it flies over the edge Einzelblatt wohinher Passage wie viele Bäume auf der Schwelle des Meeres hast du geschrieben Wind geschrien the leap music where things gather scattered is the gathering of what needs n


let her speak of
fragmen XVIII heart's desire to speak her wistful wishing words inaudible listening opens us to the inaudible late in the quiet light you misspell your way through dreams again wer träumt mir nach dir welches Gedächtnis taucht in meinem Atem auf was zittert in den Händen die Schlaflosigkeit der Vögel les lointains reviennent reviennent sans crier gare se meuvent sans heurt sur d'amples draps d'azur na be yād miāyad na az yād mirāvad na miāyad na mirāvad fozoun bish majou in


scribbled on sheets of rain
fragmen XIV seeking ceases on its own forgetting the seeker were there ever one you the ever were you one on its own longing ceases who are you bereft by longing were you ever one the no longer looked at past horizons dim-sighted now to stop the past from looking back its traceless travels this unmoored old boat bercé par le clapotement des eaux how what do you see un temps d'oubli quel temps est-ce à qui ce temps aller revenir faute de mieux notre traversée de faute de mieux


chemin faisant
' the old mirror', monchique fragmen XIII chemin faisant que ferons-nous de vos souvenirs nous les oubliés du pont mirabeau was der Spiegel dir gesagt hat damals jetzt ist Nichtverständnis Schweigen singen frei wir na mirāvad na mi istad ne mibinad vajehāsh bārān o bād āyehneāsh āsmāni ke bar mā mitābad mirror qui n'oublie rien fait de nous un fleuve oublié chemin faisant constellés de lueurs de sa nuit broken sleep aside who is the forgotten of mirrors who does not ask the


Briefe von Vergessenheit
fragmen XII what is lost may still return through a by way Wansee's buried sharp sweet taste gooseberries hanging from the garden's boundary hedge thorns blood stained remember the thorns chemin faisant ne plus rien attendre de l'inattendu Sprachlosigkeit ein bisschen befremdet kōan of our lives how can we still hear you and you can you still hear us écrire était notre tâche nous voilà effacés un chant se lance sans souci d'absence de traces many a time we faced dead ends not


songless
unborn's childhood house hometown homeland mother tongues mother tongued texthausted stranger's words placed in your bundle take the way will be long share with those you meet tushéyé rāhé nā kojā bā hamegān miravi from sands sprout nameless buds refugia earth plants in us sorrow's seeds voices voices songbirds' heart
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