from days with seafaring men
pieces and echoes of stories from seafaring times
en plein air
siting behind you on the shore
the escape artist visiting a classicist
at the end of a long road that was the beginning of another
climbing around an old house at night
from the day my friend happily threw her poems into the sea
sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker
summer afternoon in a friend's garden
landscape near here and the sound of morning birds
music from beyond the sea but first the sea
after reading in a friend's library
listening to the stories of seafaring men
jack and the bean stalk
from the memory of voyages and sea songs still echoing
days at sea, and yet still the memory of land birds swirling
the hands of a village still on my head
songs of ancient desire from, the right side
drinking in the arrival of spring in a friend's garden
songs of ancient desire ,from the left side
songs of ancient desire, straight on
after visiting the ruins of a roman tennis court
when we still slept in that forrest by the sea
how it all felt then and now
palestina
quiet conversation with a friend
the light of dawn on an encrusted facade along the route romane d'alsace
night and day with 'the thrush in the golden country'
the other side of the garden gate, late day raking light
memory of a summer garden
 
from days with seafaring men
pieces and echoes of stories from seafaring times
en plein air
siting behind you on the shore
the escape artist visiting a classicist
at the end of a long road that was the beginning of another
climbing around an old house at night
from the day my friend happily threw her poems into the sea
sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker
summer afternoon in a friend's garden
landscape near here and the sound of morning birds
music from beyond the sea but first the sea
after reading in a friend's library
listening to the stories of seafaring men
jack and the bean stalk
from the memory of voyages and sea songs still echoing
days at sea, and yet still the memory of land birds swirling
the hands of a village still on my head
songs of ancient desire from, the right side
drinking in the arrival of spring in a friend's garden
songs of ancient desire ,from the left side
songs of ancient desire, straight on
after visiting the ruins of a roman tennis court
when we still slept in that forrest by the sea
how it all felt then and now
palestina
quiet conversation with a friend
the light of dawn on an encrusted facade along the route romane d'alsace
night and day with 'the thrush in the golden country'
the other side of the garden gate, late day raking light
memory of a summer garden
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