Dark sky

When moist dusk smells like grey I walk out of quiet Into the mute, into the numb. So beautiful, so wild The universe enwraps me With its indifference, with its complex mystery Spilled offhandedly, aimlessly.   Where to find myself among this beaded chaos, Amidst the burning cold? The sky full of shapes and no …

A train ride

Ever since my childhood, I loved the trains and for nothing more than for their beating sound that so deeply syncs with the heart, "tuk-tuk ... tuk-tuk".  And you journey on that beat endlessly, watching washed-out silhouettes, smashed landscapes, scenery after scenery, picture frame after picture frame that, just like life, pass by fast, vague, …