Between going and staying the day wavers,in love with its own transparency
The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks
All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can't be touched
Paper, book, pencil, gl...
I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground
The yellow kitchen stool belongs right thereagainst white plaster
I haven'...
Staying at an innwhere prostitutes are also sleeping— bush clover and the moon