Conversation April 30, 2015 10:58:19 AM – 10:59:21 AM

It was parts of your dreams that fell out between your lips.

Here the day is already far ahead of me. Now I am writing again on the quiet. We are the delicate, speaking distantly to the quiet. In the night conversations popped up. I wrote letters to you in my thoughts and followed the movements of the road along the coast and the sea, hesitatingly.