Let’s drown together

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„You have to see the sunrise over Venice“, I was told. But there were clouds in sky.

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But all in all, you don’t need a Palazzo

…and you don’t need the view from the Campanile di San Marco

…or canary birds on balconies,

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you don’t need a sweeter sound than laundry drying in the wind

or a more spectacular smell then the remains of the Mercati di Rialto

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if you just walk the remote lanes of the city, getting sooner or later inevitably lost.

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Basic Patterns of Derangement

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More attachment to a city
in its autumn heart I find not only the twilit cold
one could expect
at the end of October
but layered structures that seem to exist in the strangest places.

Walking Oslo once again I wish for more
eyes to notice
more
hands to feel
more
memory to not forget.

Intricacy of a simple thing.

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Have you ever seen the peony’s bud?
It’s not much more than a tight oval.

But when the bud opens up,

the greatest petals
and carpels
and stigma
burst
out.

And while I inhaled the sweet rose’s scent
I couldn’t help but think that it’s a bit like the mind.

There is so much that the cranium
hides from the world.

You never
know.

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Probably it is all in your head.


The sun was out in the midmorning and I hope he found something interesting (probably a bug.)


I hope he will have someone to wrap his arms around when his heart gets heavy.

I hope everybody found their shoes again (or at least came to a mutual exchange)

and that he had a great day after all.

I hope they really liked the sound of flags in March wind

and that their next lives are going to be so much better.

I hope that he had all the right tools to fix what needed mending.

I hope we remember love.
I really do.