= ephemeral miracles | Elies [01.Aug.06 02:17] |
Reading your poems, I feel you're haunted by the idea of your death to come and I guess your poetry will keep on turning around the black hole sun of Death. I agree this is truly the crucial point of our life (if you want, you can read my texts on the French section of Agonia) and I like your calm acceptance of your ineluctable destiny. We know we are mortal and dying, so we have to live before we vanish, enjoying all the ephemeral miracles around us(flowers, moonlight....) : this a joyful thought ! | |