Round the coffee steam...-
pleasant conversations
on the background, a flute sound.




The darkness rising
towards untravelled paths...-
near the sky, a desire.





On the pier,
voice flooding-
photographing the joy.



Every night
going out to revive
an old thrill...



A secluded soul-
the clarinet, in the dry quiet
breaking rocks.



Open window
towards the lake with frog-
vibration.


Prayers of brother Bruno;
croak-
retrieval into all.