March 2011


“the huntsman about to depart the world takes one last look back
but on the ground his squire calls out: passe avant
pass on without regret – to the next world” The.Beauty.of.Maps.

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Malta, Siracuse, Messina, Naples,
Porto Ercole. 18th July 1610.

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Four years on the run,
so many labels on the luggage…

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and hardly a friendly face, always on the move,
running under the poisonous blue sea

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running under the July sun.
Adrift…

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Salt water drips from my fingers
leaving a trail of tiny tears on the burning sand.

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The fisherman carrying me high
on their shoulders.

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I can hear you sobbing,
Gerusalemme.

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Rough hands wore my dying body…

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..snatched from the cold blue sea.

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They are lowing me back to the village,
their breath warm on my blue lips.

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and dying in time of the splash of the oars

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If arms steady as these that embraced me in live!

http://www.clujlife.com/2011/03/06/poze-biserika-amsterdam-la-etaj/

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