I come back to the water, though it frightens me to seeThe portraits of my ancestors, souls long gone in the sea.The water’s cold, though I can swim the depths are swallowingMe drowning, falling, mute, asleep. The shadow’s following....

I can’t recall when I stopped smiling,I really, genuinely don’t.Why do I keep and keep defyingWhat I so desperately want?May it be, cause it’s ‘neverlasting’ –In life all seems to fade away,Flying away like little martin,An...