Conversation April 30, 2015 2:52:31 PM – 2:55:03 PM

We have the same eyes. Not forget the rivers in the ears. When you touch me, when our bodies are quite close, we are part of each other. You reach out your eyes towards shores to come. You can be in this landscape. The rain, the wind between the leaves of trees, your lips, your lips, your lips. Was it the forests you came from? It was before you could disappear. Was I quiet? We thought of contexts of natural phenomena: The quivering of northern lights in your voice; glittering secrets inside the stones, inside the Earth, inside each other.