Monday, December 16, 2013

At Night On The High Seas

At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
From all activity and all the love
And stand silent and breathe purely,
Alone, alone cradled by the sea
That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.
Then I have to think of my friends
And my gaze sinks into their gazes
And I ask each one, silent, alone:
"Are you still mine"
Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?
Do you feel from my love, my grief,
Just a breath, just an echo?"
And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,
And smiles: no.
And no greeting and no answer comes from anywhere.
Hermann Hesse

Friday, November 15, 2013


the Harbor, the train station,

Miki Dora's bench,


Thursday, November 14, 2013

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

new home
in Guethary is
overlooking the Parlementia
with the  lights of Biarritz
glittering in the mist
like a liner.

"When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde

Farewell beautiful house

Let me speak your name
for the last time