Landscape April 28, 2015 3:51:27 PM – 3:53:35 PM

The water and everything that grows so strangely out of the blue. Blue. I am on the other side of the sea.

The mind of the moon. It is about surface. Typing a sentence in the dark, in the light. When you touch me, when our bodies are quite close, we are part of each other. The books sketched their own direction. Our land.

The intimacy in writing.