Landscape November 29, 2014 3:31:06 PM – 3:32:21 PM

I read your lines. I sat somewhere quiet in the past, writing and drawing. Sun storm. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences. I wrote letters to you in my thoughts and followed the movements of the road along the coast and the sea, hesitatingly. The words, small tops of foam. When I read a boring poem, I read a boring poem and it struck me: The summer was quite all right after all, autumn and winter.