old poem. More than ten years and written before the most beautiful woman took up residence in my heart and head. K., the one who accepted and encouraged, breathed life into my poetry and being, who to this day fills me with love and makes it easy to get out of bed, makes it easy to get into it as well.
So, this was written at a particular low moment in life where I was the next to wander out of the hotel. Take it as you wish, no flash photography please.
All the beautiful
women have
left my
hotel.
All the beautiful
women have
left my hotel.
All the beautiful women
have left
my hotel.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 