Landscape May 27, 2014 2:36:37 PM – 2:38:02 PM

The ideal, said the decaying walls with contempt, is not necessarily cohesion and pop. The silicon. The mind of the sun.

Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. In every night remnants of meaning slid along with you. The intimacy in writing.

The intimacy in writing. A dark being oozes from my mouth and seems quiet. Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things.

Landscape May 27, 2014 2:05:24 PM – 2:09:00 PM

Everything can shift shape, can change, can transform. Afterwards I spent hours reading. My one pen is red and the other is black. The fields, you? The worried one is beside itself. Notebook. Under fire. I could feel the fragile truth. The city. Like the palm of a hand without flesh; light and shadow falling through it. Now I am writing again on the quiet. When I wrote your name in the shadows, a ray of sun fell through my window. On the bridge across the lakes I sat and I saw the seagulls, the pigeons, the swans dancing in the wind.

Landscape May 27, 2014 2:02:01 PM – 2:05:20 PM

Something opened up.

The Town of Aved�re, three forgotten bars of a pop hit. Figs above the view. In the evening, the light seemed to move closer to my skin and there is a happiness flickering in front of my eyes. We have the same eyes. Where does ruined language want to go? In the lips and in the skin. Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. Not seek shelter.

Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter.

Not seek shelter.

Conversation May 27, 2014 2:01:17 PM – 2:01:58 PM

As I lay there and listened, I became afraid of losing you. Your sentences. In mountain ranges across creased sheets?

When I said your name, all I heard was the quiet whisper through the sand. I was in your body, and you?

Nothing is deeper than the skin? We stood there and listened. I think you had forgotten that one. I didn’t give a damn about my own systems, everything was an approach, everything was affectionate.

Conversation May 27, 2014 2:00:04 PM – 2:01:13 PM

The most important. Your diamonds shine in my mouth. A shy room, an intimate room. The third is beside. This slow gaze against the stones. We stood there and listened. I no longer have room for the fine hairs on my skin. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me see through your eyes.

This coincidence: Do we have the same eyes? If I had met you earlier, I would also have followed your gaze. From the smallest details we find, every morning � in the shining light that is bright � our way into the most important scientific truths. It was the forests.

Conversation May 27, 2014 1:57:19 PM – 1:58:13 PM

It is like that. I awoke and lay there and saw your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements. Everything behind everything. We, old thoughts of silence. It was not the forests I came from.

The intimacy in writing. I sailed between your lips and kissed the meteorites glittering down through the atmosphere. Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes.

Conversation May 27, 2014 1:56:20 PM – 1:57:15 PM

Your sentences.

Ord. Your eyes and the sound of rain from the busy roof. Nothing should be forgotten. But a part of us remained out there in the empty halls.

Not forget the rivers in the ears. This is what my dreams looked like at the time. Not forget the rivers in the ears. It is the wind blowing tunes through the rushes.

Not forget the rivers in the ears. Not forget the rivers in the ears.

Conversation May 27, 2014 1:55:31 PM – 1:56:16 PM

In a different autumn, I would have been embarrassed by sampling. Did I drag you along to the outermost mountains?

That we never really become a part of the world. The worried third is completely beside itself.

In the sunlight we quiver like something resembling precious stone resembling a sparkle from the depths of the Earth. I wrote letters to you in my thoughts and followed the movements of the road along the coast and the sea, hesitatingly.

Ocean May 27, 2014 1:34:26 PM – 1:35:29 PM

I sailed across the sea, drifted across the sky. And that sky; was a crazy night. It is the wind blowing tunes through the rushes. Now I am just sailing in version �. When you say my name, my body answers. The northern lights hesitating in our voices. Parts of your dreams fell out between your lips. On a. It is always this slow gaze.

You say something. On the bus I wrote a text message for you.

Then I saw the third night in the stillness, in the distance.

Ocean May 27, 2014 12:51:39 PM – 12:53:15 PM

In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details. And down through the skin to the bones, glittering-glittering, and through the bones until darkness merges with marrow. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. Yo