TO LIVE I feel that my life flows like a slow river, that it has neither beginning nor end, as if ever I were born nor could exist

TSUNAMI The sea rose, broke down the door And came straight at you at your face Dragged underwater, you surrender Struggle immediately ceases And you drift along, with

POEM OF THE MOON Like your face in a dark room So exhausted and strange Hangs the Moon in the black sky. I saw her bright and white