where is my well

where i find myself. and i hope where i am, is where God is.

Jeremiah 17


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands


from claire. merci, mon ame soeur!


Collaborative work with Cory Schmitz.

why ju leave :’(


This image is from a pinhole camera placed on a turntable with an exposure time of the first track of the album, 4 minutes and 35 seconds.


the lover is the one who waits. what about the one who suffers in silence? isn’t suffering a form of love, no matter how unwanted these feelings are?

summer: hills of provence. fields of tuscany.

no.3 (at Fattoria Pieve A Salti)