I write to you…
I write to you in crooked lines of my concrete poetry, in lost feelings that a long time I cannot taste it, and I expect you to understand my profound agony. I write myself, entire, for you to savor my deep desire to be only one, you and I, abstract contrast of the two of us walking to the stream that takes us beyond our dreams. And also with my whole body, I sketch the outlines on a blank paper, frozen in time of your mind. Listen to the words, as my body, they sing to you the sweetest melody that … Continue reading I write to you…