sonata for the flute and piano
adding
some slices
of a sunrise tasted with the friends
and a calm sleep on the sand

for the brioche with bilberries
I cut the almonds
I break the nuts
in this August evening
the sky releases the colours- like the agate

on the seashore
at the "Seamagic"
torrents of musical phantasies
against the seediness
the Benedich eggs

excited
a handshake
a dreamy smile
broken peers in white wine
who wouldn't give the marchal stick for a marengo chicken?

when the woodcock’s eyes
start fading away
it is a sign that it can taste quiet
this dusk of the day or life
as ISSA can say

tiny summer rain
a romance in the ice bucket
for later on
between graces and muses
only Seneca’s hen

together with the poetess Kozne Uzawa
it a milk coffee
the autumn is near
some drops in a caress.
may cure the heart