Friday, 8 February 2008

when Antonia left, we both passed by the bowl which I had offered to the unseen god or maybe the unknown guest or maybe the dead, the trembling presence between us, in the room, in the garden outside. on the windowsill I had offered it, and now we both saw the rose had lost its petals and the tea had also cherished this death. Antonia's smile.


  1. (I've written for you)
    yes, smile. a true deep one.
    again, thank you.

  2. ah this smile made me jump with joy, like a little girl :-), if you knew -