NOW
big windows, an old big wall,
P. was there
a fair friend
spiritual, detached, loving
we where lucky to be here
the road
everything was well build
it fit
there was lots of light
and pure air
HERE
where we lived was on top of some
RUINS
sophisticated swiss workers digging
I knew the Chirst had passed through here...
26.06.10
(the unconscious is a factory)
Gilles Deleuze