When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my **** inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

In front of the universe
I was like a man with hallucinations,
I gripped,

I asked for the white man,
The white man;
When there was no white man standing there;

The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper...

The thought of your touch,
Like a satin scarf,
In the warm sunlight.
Then
I long for that loving look,
To shine on me
In the Daylight.
Right here
In my arms
Wrapped like bark
Around a tree.
What words can say
How the flowing curves
Permeate from eyes
Into my soul?
This view
Will
Have to do
Wooden bowl...
Colored glass...
Blank page...

I found them both on my room;
Her long legs wrapping him up;
You could tell,
From the blush in her face,
That she was in the peak of ecstasy;

Cold,
I went towards them;
«Tell me!»
I told her;
«Why do you do this?»

She saw me straight in the eye,
Caught my hair and began to pet it;
«I do not know!»
She said;
«I do not know!»

It was a cold November morning
And I had gone out for a walk;
It was my first day in Corfu;

I was walking and smoking cigarettes,
In the narrow streets of the city;
There were no other people on the street,
As I had gone out
around 5 a.m., very early;

Whilst watching exterior of the shops
Of a sudden
I saw a woman,
Who was wearing
Exactly the same clothes as me!

She had high heels,
Black as me!
A long black dress,
A strawberry tattoo in her bare arms
And rose long and straight hair!

Just like me!
She was wearing the same costume.
As me!

Oh!
I put out my pistol.
And I shot her two times;
I killed her;

As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;

I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»

It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It is in that moment though,
That I was seeing the language
In its essence;

Seeing the language for what it is;
A set of sounds
That are not connected to anything or anyone;

We were standing nearby the sea
…Drinking;
It was night.
And I had traveled from my city
To meet my cousin;

It had not been a happy decision,
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;

But there was this thing with this state
…It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts!
Changes of routine!
That apart from the painful melody.

…Had the artistic touch,
The dark tunnels,
The unseen objects
…You would have not seen in a normal state;

So feeling very bad,
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.

…The first thought
Had been my cousin,
That lived nearby the sea;
The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction,
As if a city was being built nearby.

…It went well with the dark sky,
And the dark and harsh sounds of the waves;

There were psychedelic lights all around
And it went well with my state.

…Cosmo-Being caught in a Cosmo-Body,
Bleeding and spinning around;

He would say a couple of things,
And I would answer
…I was small,

Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place and was undoing me;