I’m sorry… I was not able to post this stuff last week end, as usual …
JB, 2009
Fog erases each thing with its nothing made by silence and moisture and grey along a way that leads to new Christmas to new facts, to new hopes, to new life
I drive my car and I look for trees, for signs or something that have a sense anything I can see, recognize to solve troubles and doubts, to go on
I miss white and pure snow in this cold of an alien, strange winter, unknown. Out some virus is spreading pain, death Come soon my Lord with your holy kingdom