It is empty on the Grand Square
The guide tells about the past
His words blow over

Birds above the roofs, white clouds
it takes a long time
until we go for a drink

In the café we cross over
in each other's language
to the streets where we live

and everything is the same
in a different way

We sing along to the songs
of our teenage years and toast
the world that is becoming ours

I stall for time, don't want to let go
of the guide, I'd like take him with me
and show him around my own city

let him see with my eyes
after seeing what he saw
not knowing what he was thinking

On a throne of pillows, I lay you down
an aureole of hair is your crown
...our eyes are lights in the gloaming

Desire is all that dances and swings
our swelled lips form a kiss that sings
...and seals the enchantment of loving

crotch animals who play together
eager to caress each other
...in passionate wondering

we let our wildest wishes flood
release the scents of our blood
...from the waving dismantling

Cruel potentates

establish 'peace', simply by --


creating wastelands.

Sometimes left
calling in vain
after a scary dream

crying silently

not knowing
whether I call loud enough
my voice not smothered

in crying silently

It's an imprint
of longing
for protection

in a safe lap

an imprint in
my soul, my fado
without melancholy

Culture has its price:

the amount we are paying --


for Tours & Tickets.

Please fold like a pillow
in my back, shape your body softly
to mine, then the pain will sink

down in it, in the embrace
of your affection, you may caress me
lightly over my shoulder, that's all

I can give you if you promise
not to move, I can't cope with more
my open flower remains closed

Sometimes it burns from cramping pain
sometimes from desire, always delicate
everything is delicate inside

too delicate for wild passion
nectar kisses, heavenly sweat
and total satisfaction

Irritation, not discussed
*** postponed
and fun things, we
don't come around to it

Right now not important
Right now not the time
Right now not the place
Right now not by itself

Then just talk
about others and still
awake make plans in bed
playing them around

over the soft cushion of my
own version of the facts -
a dream too beautiful
for disbelief

Dad cheerfully asks

about my boyfriend and soon --


he nags for details.

Dad doesn't say who is

the most beautiful woman:


Your mother of course!

Dad drinks Mama's wine,

thinking of the old days, when --


they drank together.

Daddy, can we leave?

Do you know what's for dinner?


Can I choose it, please?

Dad makes clouds, makes them

hover, I am protected --


against the sun's rays.

Dad never writes me,

oh dear, I start forgetting --


to be forgotten.

Dad's whiskey spirit

comes inside me, it's a dream –


but not the first time.

Dad thinks I'm fighting,

I do, I'm fighting the wind --


in his idle mind!

I had the most marbles
kept them in a bucket in the attic
Whoppers in all metallic colours
and rare marble ones
Nobody liked to lose from me
so I just played alone

A classmate had an ivory marble
but ivory is forbidden, and I obey
the rules, that's the best game

People have no idea
how it works and what they waste
They say that I'm parsimonious
even with the foreign cents
which I cannot spend, the truth
is I work hard

and lead a sober life, the good example
that would benefit them more
than the inflation of a luxury life

Come, Dambala, come
draw your trail in the sand
I want to read you

between the hills on which we live
come, eat the eggs, Papa, come
the blue and the brown ones

We are green from the weeds
from the deep sea, we are red
from the blood that flows

the white people don't go
to the black heaven
and there is no hell

There is only the fire
and the earth to consume
their corpses and to honour you

with their scent of decay
the sacrifice of their sins
come, Dambala, come

Dance, relationships:

it's the art of letting go --


to be real partners.

Speaking with my hands, with my feet
...with my fists, with rain, and furious storm
in 'pass'words I am composing who I am
...with arm blows and stamping, without thinking

about who I am, who if you fight with me
...when there is a gale in our blood
and you too are crying yourself free while you dance
...my soul connected with your heart

heaven found in each other's hands
...our steps follow the sun
my whole body understands
...who I am
my whole body understands
...what is moving me

Dancing in the grass:

flashing bare feet in the shade --


of blue gypsyweed.

Dare you, the girl grins,

then you're gonna see who wins –


Blowhard Mister Wind!

Dark and menacing

it comes close, it attaches --


stickily to us.

Even when I cannot see them
there are ships in the bend
of the river, which keeps flowing and flowing

I'm thinking of your friends, the people
you talk to and eat with, and how
you're laughing and laughing together

The alarm sounds – nothing wrong
it's twelve o'clock, the monthly test
There is no news on the radio, no news

At night you came and woke me up:
mummy, I slept so well!
Hmm, fine, come and lie with me, lie with me

Whisper the two things I want to know:
what do you give to the ones you care about
and what else are your wishes, your dearest wishes?

In the east, the moon rises
dark in the shadow
of the earth, which starts to shine and shine

Darkness of the night,

the genuine veil of love --


drawn over everything.

Darling, go ahead,

then I can make love to you –


in warm bed linen.

Darling, I don't want

to conquer you, but to be --


absorbed in your fire.

Darling, yes, I do,

with a smile, I'll look away –


from all your mistakes.

Darling, you can die

peacefully, you'll stay with me --


cradled in my heart.

Darling, you're my sun,

luckily not the real one –


You'll never go down.

Dawn: the world takes on

colours, becomes lifelike, but --


remains elusive.

Day 1 of Year 1:

our country flowers with peace –


times of happiness.

Days of street protests

stay with me, the repugnance --


the anger, the wound.

Who are you, you elusive
mermaid in my story
of desire and boredom?

My story, my story
of shipwreck and beach
beach, beach, pebble beach

Washed ashore, thirsty
and shivering of exhaustion
awakened by the hot sun

Beach, beach, pebble beach
washed ashore, delirious
from hunger and alone
all alone with you

dancing in the waves of the sea
the sea, the sea, the waving sea
and my story, only my story

is sailing past this beach
beach, beach, pebble beach
mama, mama, grandma

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, I'm doing my best
come soon, soon, don't leave me alone

Days without a view,

right through the forest, with inns --


as signs to the world.

Day to day I live

eternally, in moments --


of time that passes.

It is not cosy
in my bodyhome, sweating
on the bed, I stretch out wide

to an X
(value unknown)
to cool down

but there is no wind
and the air is damp
with sorrow for my fate

and with fear that this is the last
I am able to sustain, that
thereafter, it will be too bad

(I'm not sure what -
  sometimes it is too dark
  then again the light shines too bright)

I need space and breath
to fight, I am a fighter
in my head and my belly

surrounded, constricted
and suffocated, plenty of air
but not for me?

Stings and cramps
for the danger, the gong rings
(for a new round)

The long way back
to my skin's old threshold
limits, replacing the alarm
with a notification
without crisis consultation

and more
than the sensation
of smells and tastes
and more
than the satisfaction
of strength and fatigue

and more
than laughing muscles to feel
there is contact
in between thinking
Placing a lot at a distance
to have space close by

to be balanced
and to love myself
to accept touches
uninhibited, not creeping
like the scent of wisteria

Write me, you'll see
angels won't flee

pains, they endure
that is the key

Cherish our love
darling, I plea

please, you can set
both of us free

Always you'll be
Zywa for me

What does it matter
how old I am, whether I have sisters
and children, where and with whom?

These are not worth knowing
In any kind of clothes, I am
with legs, torso and a face

my heart, coveted or not
I want your imagination
to make appear the world

in which we can live
be freely safe and
kneel without finery

for the others, dear heart
together we can undertake
everything we wish

I awake with a start, from the heat
as if you were lying heavy on me

I don't make a sound, sleepily I turn
the duvet down. You are not here

The door is locked
it's quiet in the house

I think of Missy in the other room
see her eyes light up in the basket

pricked up at the slightest sound
I make, a sigh

turning my pillow over
the thought of a caress

Being in love may be enough
care and company, I can organise

I shouldn't want everything
and yet I must, I want to

give myself everything
as much as possible

Death is put away,

or it is lost, forgotten --


again and again.

Death penalty: could

be, but it's risky to train--


executioners.

Decaying leaves, wet,

cold, and *****, but a bed --


for shiny chestnuts.

Deeds can't be undone,

doing them over you'll bear --


the burden double.

Tired of travelling
station after station
through my full agenda

Stepped out to stand still
but the madness thunders
into the blue room

deep in the underground
hotel, where nothing changes
or it isn't conspicuous

Freed from the world
the mess at home, the stains
on the floor, rest at last

Nothing distracts me
from the mystery
of *** and the speed

of life
and of the despair
with which I dream

of not belonging here
powerless, put aside
like an alien

Tired of travelling
station after station
through my full agenda

Stepped out to stand still
but the madness thunders
into the blue room

deep in the underground
hotel, where nothing changes
or it isn't conspicuous

Freed from the world
the mess at home, the stains
on the floor, rest at last

Nothing distracts me
from the mystery
of *** and the speed

of life
and of the despair
with which I dream

of not belonging here
powerless, put aside
like an alien

Deep into the night,

he read, deep into the words –


We're digging him out.

I am that woman
who takes a few steps and then
stands still in the wind
on her face, my skin

feels the world
new, the cherry trees
this walk to the store
on the corner around the corner

cars parked next to the sidewalk
are so much more than the view
of the windows all around, the gardens
chimneys and clouds, the wind

on my face, my heart
touched, pounding
in my throat, three times
I take a deep breath, only then

do I walk along the traffic
away from the cherry trees
to the store on the corner
around the corner

Defenceless I sink

away in the sweet feelings --


of my wishful dreams.

In love, every time
again, instantly
defenceless

from you, your face
whoever you are
whatever you see

not me
because then I wouldn't have time
to think this, wondering

how the mirror works
and what you see
when you see me

We don't need words
I could be deaf
and just as touched

open up with love
to see you
live, powerful

in better and worse