Are you on the other side of the sea? Sun storm. I would like to give you all my diamonds. Sentences whispered through the laundry and dropped a few caresses on my skin. When I read a boring poem, I read a boring poem and it struck me: The summer was quite all right after all, autumn and winter. The light followed me sharply, and I drew on the language dancing in the inner landscapes. Like sitting on a tongue, just looking out there.

Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes.