Photo- Dublin- photo: corridor for lost ghosts
Poem- S Petersburg


Awake my little bird
I have just seen my heart in the mirror
And it is full of ashes!
Shall I stay like a cloud
Like a clown laughing in the sky?

Sleep my little bird
This is the night of the lilacs
The wild winter of life
A waiting room of a strange house
Made of stone and empty beds!

Oh don’t cry, you have just born
And I almost died!
josé,
2009, S.Petersburg





Song
Sweet Suicide and Bottles in the Sea - The Tiger Lillies
https://youtu.be/3bnP-GlDbrc

photo: corridor for lost ghosts