It's me

In another life we will live in a house.If it is cold, you will hug me.We will meet in kindergarten.We will not let each other pass again.We will be fastened. We will be found.Neither me without you.                           Nor you without me.We will be our own, our love – whole.And now what is it? I have lived youfrom afar, briefly, in a night like a minute,impossibly rare, with fear in my…

At midnight I will take my three-legged stool and sit by the Milky Way.                     I have tasted all the pleasures and I no longer wish to serve my flesh.                      I have lived on earth,I cry for nothing – only I have failed to be happy.                   But I will probably be kind and polite when the executioner leans over me. And perhaps under the crazy lunar axe I will…

A year has passed — slow, hushed, and tender,a year with no farewell, no final door.As if she’s here, just briefly gone,stepped out, and soon will return once more.The air still knows the shape of her breath,her presence clings to wall and light.Her fragrance lingers, unwilling to fade,as though she stood here only last night.The door waits quietly, holding its breath.The room leans toward a…

Mark Twain fell in love twice. First, with a portrait. Second, with the woman who would change everything: Olivia Langdon.When he finally married her, at the age of 32, he confessed to a friend:“If I had known how wonderful family life was, I would have gotten married 30 years ago instead of wasting my time getting my teeth done.”Twain came from nothing. The son of a humble family, he worked all…

Words are like waves. You can always say something you didn’t say. You can never take back something you said. So think before you speak. Think about the long-term unintended consequences of undisciplined, impulsive words. Press pause before you say it or hit the send button. ➡️❤

Mark Twain fell in love twice. First, with a portrait. Second, with the woman who would change everything: Olivia Langdon. When he finally married her, at the age of 32, he confessed to a friend: “If I had known how wonderful family life was, I would have gotten married 30 years ago instead of wasting my time getting my teeth done.” Twain came from nothing. The son of a humble family, he…

Your lovely places ✨️. Miss you 😔 ❤️

Once they brought me a gift from Amsterdam – a chocolate cake (not the funny kind). I take a bite of it boldly and what can I say, a cake like a cake. Slightly tasteless, it seems. In the fifth second, however, I realize that this is not a cake at all, but fragrant soap. The man had not planned a trick on me, there had simply been confusion.First lesson – surprisingly, soap is among the nastiest…

We met late:after other meetings,jealousies, separations,after other rings,lips, beds –we met at the very end,bitter and tired.We didn’t feel like playing any games,we didn’t feel like listening to the voicesof sirens –after the gloom of the daythere came evening, transparent like a forestwithout leaves.And just then,solemnly and doomed,very finally,very late indeed,we found each other.Alone,we…

YOU… you are the only poem I want to learn by heart.Your letters are wonderful.They sit nicely in the immaculate pages of longing.It clings to my lips.I’ve never told you this before, but for me…You… You are the most beautiful poetry.The only ones that can be read with your eyes closed.You… you are the only season that doesn’t change, that I adore and without which I wouldn’t know how to smile,…

Call me without words, by name,with the whisper of leafy spring,with the silence of snowflakes in winter,with the scream of seagulls in flight.Call me without words, by name,with the breeze of the wind from the south,with the melting of the droplets in winter,tell me that you are still here.Tell me that there are no barriers,that love is not stopped by anything,that your tenderness will find…