24. Oktober 2017
like wind in the early of the day the first breath.
In the most delicate branches of the veins
a whisper arose, and the blood began
to rushing over its deep places.
And this wind grew: now he threw himself
with all the breath in the new breasts
and filled them, and pressed themselves into them,
that they be like sails, full from afar,
the light girl pushed for the beach.
So landed the goddess.