Here’s the 14th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—XVIII./Oh the black cross of a ship./Alone./Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet./Far away the sea sounds and resounds./This is a port./Here I love you. — read more

I missed posting for yesterday, so here’s the 12th and 13th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—XIII. I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you. The solitude crossed with dream and with silence. Penned up between the sea and sadness. Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers. — read more

Here’s the 11th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—XII./You gather things to you like an old road./You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices./I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated/ that had been sleeping in your soul. — read more

Here’s the 10th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—I./I was alone like a tunnel. /The birds fled from me,/ and night swamped me with its crushing invasion./ To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,/ like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. — read more

Here’s the 9th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—XVI. /In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud/and your form and colour are the way I love them./You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips/and in your life my infinite dreams live. — read more

Here’s the 8th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—XV./As all things are filled with my soul/you emerge from the things, filled with my soul./You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,/and you are like the word Melancholy. — read more

Here’s the 7th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—X./Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,/sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad./A swan, a tree, something far away and happy./The season of grapes, ripe and fruitful season. — read more

Here’s the 6th counting down to the celebration of ♥…—X./We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world. — read more