“So here is all I am good at some wind blowing through bamboo chests, pieces of sky to be put on your eyelids and some more hung to your neck. It’s nothing but usual sky, some blue you can see everywhere, still I have put all my craft into it, on top of our whole story. You see, it’s hardly …

“You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid! Water running seething in the river breaks the vortex sound you are my arms. A verse of poetry is straight oscillates in the steam that rises shaking the earth. “ (By Yukitsuna Sasaki)

  “Your eyes are an arbitrary income countries where no one has ever known what it is that a glance nor known the beauty of the eyes, beautiful stones, the drops of water, closets beads. Bare stones, without skeleton, O my statue. The blinding sun holds you place mirror and it seems to obey the evening of powers is that …

“Moi je n’étais rien, mais voilà qu’aujourd’hui. Je suis le gardien du sommeil de ses nuits. Je l’aime à mourir. Vous pouvez détruire tout ce qu’il vous plaira, elle n’aura qu’à ouvrir l’espace de ses bras pour tout reconstruire, pour tout reconstruire. Je l’aime à mourir. Elle a gommé les chiffres des horloges du quartier. Elle a fait de ma …

“When the birds are sleeping, that’s when the trees sing, you left your winter clothes, and your teeth marks in my skin. So shake the leaves off the trees, watch them float down the stream. Your son, your daughter swimming in the water, and I miss you, even when you’re around, I’m a black cloud, sending lightning to the ground. …

“I see in the green area indefinitely, whispering infinite body of whispers, languages, languages and green eyes, reflexes and mobility, moisture, sparks of light – how they are separate, I do not have a separate, I’m in an eye, everything is mirages and whispers, light in a dark mirror errs increasingly far into the woods reflection”.

From Flensburg to Skagen, was the first part of our trip to Scandinavia. I hope you slept well in our small motorhome. I made you breakfast. I’ve already eaten, now I go out a little, to stretch my legs and take some pictures of Skagen. I will use one of our two bikes, to get up to the old lighthouse …

MOMENTS – A. Palazzeschi: This, unknown, in a moment of abandonment and neglect, silences in my body, in this point, the evil word “I” as a that of a dead person. FAR FROM THE ANGELS – J. Carrera Andrade: I was born in the century of the death of the rose, when the engine had already run away the angels. …

Good Morning. Ready to go? Well, this morning – from Flensburg to Skagen – we expect about 500 km of road. As you see, we have already crossed the invisible border between Germany and Denmark, but do not ask me to stop in Tonder to buy lace, because the journey is long. If you want (your imagining a return to …

AFTER EARLY MORNING “After the first morning I look for the faint flue language. Again and again I kiss the memory of the waken! waken! The sun and the wings that will mix,, in brown steam morning. What you have given to my thoughts is the opposition of the sting hidden in my flower pounds. What you have given me …

COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer   “Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether as a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky. The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep, but most secret …