sabine
coincidence and fate
figure largely in our lives
how many words did I speak to you ?
how often we kissed ?
when I met you – these flowers – were they just blooming or in grandeur ?
you liked these shrubs
bourgeois gardens
your tanned skin
silky hair
how I much loved you
shame on my arrogance
see an eternity in your eyes
Malevich Black Square
first night – first morning – first walk – first afternoon
in the straw fields
I want you living alive
a tiny little note from your hand
if you are gone
I revive you with my magic
from the dust of Tbilisi
from the scanners digits
from my endless noise and pain
could I touch you once again
31.01.2017