-
you allow me to think
-
The whole sky is yours
-
preserving a single moment longer than this one
-
coming down all day without purpose
-
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
-
With one dear friend we go up the highest mountain
-
Poked my head around the corner
-
Carpe diem but don’t translate carpe ‘seize’.
-
In the dark room the black
-
February, month of despair,