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I dreamed of white and turquoise pigeons - -
they flew away like a purple tornado - I didn’t find any explanation in the dream book - but I think: this is how my sea soul cries for Greenland
- I was at the harbor to see the sailboats: Milady
there was one that rocked more slowly: I counted it
- in ten tilts: she was always one behind
- it's her -
but if I board - I'll never be able to disembark
- probably my fear of death - you know how I'm afraid - is stronger than the feelings that in my chest washes your likeness - we will see

Death triumphs: Milady - this sisterhood of yours - so incomprehensible and distant -
I tried to draw your likeness on paper - but you know -
it wasn't just you - there were other women too
I don't know
why I'm writing to you now and which one of them is you
let's think - the one from the back - because with her there is at least a chance - when she turns around