"afin de ne pas vous blesser"

it's like falling knowing there's nothing below...



i look down (again) and see the crude darkness of the certainty of nothing at all,
a dazzled rock that now fears the sea...




yet nevertheless:


hand in hand, i go.



i fall as if flying, deepened with balance and happiness, as my body stops being my own or ours: we leave that weight behind and love as if resting from life, sometimes from ourselves,
we tattoo our hands with sand in nights full of moon and giving
- the blood pulsing,
the water being born.


we love with the fury of fear,
the unfair certainty of love,
so much less than life...


and we love in flight.

we love in vain.


for no safe refuge for this flight.

and all is dreams, after all.









open wings,










body,










fall(ing).























without knowing.



















feeling
the acute
silence
of falling
alone.















.














(silence, bogdan zwir)
























- my castrated wing...


when did you choose, in land,
to be water, flipper and sea?











































(reunited with her thoughts, haleh bryan)
















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(imagem primeira, portrait, de haleh bryan)