Baba… I see your one deep pool-like eye, staring out at me from beneath the brushwood on your gnarled head, it is faster than a star in the cold Winter months, rushing towards warmer climes… Your face a blue-black, the lustre of coal; Your tufted tooth, like a rusted bone… Isn’t it time to take [...]
Back on the 1st March…
A full moon illuminates the night, and you have the impression that everything around you sparkles – a fine, fine glitter- under the silvery light… You clearly see pastures and forests; you hear the gurgling of a stream, the fluttering of leaves, the hooting of owls in the distance… You approach a house… A rustic [...]
