When the mind hits the soft spot
between the eyebrows the world spins
Nothing remains and then you pray silent or loud just for redemption
Then you pray and iam not there to hold your hand my darling my sweet enemy …
This candle is burning and your so far away and as much as I want God body doesn’t exist but claims…
in this sunset on lecabetus hill everything seems done and over
Hoping is like having dinner with my worst enemies if there is such a thing at all …
piano on Gurgief theme., sweet wine of memory that is long gone
Candle flame in my dream of you young student making films on Jean genet and then in prison thirty years away…
what is this that connects fates and prayers?
Thank Gaia 