Finally the last suitcaise. There it came a can round red, one for the clasic hustenbonbons. Inside I found some rings and two stones.
Great, rocks, more rocks.
Haven't I weigh enough?
At the first moment they seemed pretty normal to me, one cream and the other grey. All of a sudden they started shining! I though it was you, but no, for shure it couldn't be you. Is clear because of the sand on them. They come from Seebad Bansin. I collected them in one of our walkings, from which nothing lefts if not this two stones in my hands and a merciless blue, painting me over and over again.
This blue could also be a heaven through the sea bringing to me the gift of change as a painfully parturition. Finally, life is nothing but change.
Space and time are naturally diluted. Diluted also your roar, like air between my arms.
Two stones, one for each hand. They make me brave. So I throw my twisted moon-clock into an endless wishing well. No echo comes, and the upper space sparkles for a while.
Mysterious lifeblood bombing an untamed heart. In silence my lips are giving birth to a name that can't come back.
Can you hear the silence?
Is so loud.
Far far away we are.
Can you hear the silence?
Is smiling in our hearts.
