I would like to read you slow pages, feel the warm trickle of ink gently engaging in summer enchantments; taste the musk of old spells now softly transforming into new skin. I would like to sing slow songs of lust and trust these thin parchments to shake off the dust and dip into the melting [...]
Caught between the stony banks the river now flows meekly to whatever sea awaits it. It bears the sun, the mist, the rain as it endures without complaint the lonely angler in his boat and the fat merchant ships, transporting coal across the world. It flows without comment or speculation. But once, beset by some [...]
Will I see you again, when the snow is gone and the birds return to the Old Town square? Will I see you again and can I be strong and take us close to the heart of song? Will I see you again, when the woods turn green and the rivers run like our wildest [...]
My hand still rests on the dark-grey stone of the railing of Charles bridge, while my shadow runs from the timid light of the lamps that sway in the wind. And the statues grow dark now and move into shadow; the river is covered in moon-silver slices and tendrils of soft-moving mist. And you hold [...]