In my heart there is a dark,stifling drunkeness,one could be silent here for years.

Over me is the waundering evening
and the earth's quiet breathing
but longing has drunk my blood.
In the forests and fields I became
a quiet girl.
with the voice of a dark city
I cry out for love.

When you are away, this bed becomes one large,empty boat I row each night across the sea..


for Joao Pedro.

"I waunder without you while you're in the world."-Bernie Taupin (Your Song)

By the moon's unfaithful light I entered the quiet house... lovesick and springblown.

In my inconsolable waundering I am living on the wild shore,like the smoke of a sacrifice that cannot fly up to the throne it exalts. I lean into an astonishing muteness and a fragrant,burning wind sears my consciousness....


"I may no longer smile awhile,
a freezing spring wind can chill my lips,
One less hope becomes
one more song.
And this song,against my will,
I devote to desecration, (discretion) and mockery,
Because it is unbearably painful
for the soul to love silently."

--Anna Akhmatova-April.1915 .........with my additions...

"And it was impossible to believe that he would not be mine,when I walked up the mountain on a path of burning stones."-Anna Akhmatova

"Like a white stone in the depths of a well,
a certain memory lingers within me.
I can't and I don't want to struggle;
It is-joy and it is-agony.
I think that someone looking closely
into my eyes will see it immediately,
will become more sorrowful and pensive
than someone heeding a tale of grief.
I know that the gods transformed
humans into objects without killing their minds,
So that my amazing sorrows will live forever,
you've been transformed into this memory of mine."
----Anna Akhmatova--5 June 1916