Intro.. Draw... Poems.. I was dreaming about white and turquoise pigeons - they flew away like a purple tornado - I didn't find any explanation in dream-book - but I think: this is how my sea soul crying for Greenland - I was in the harbor to see the sailing boat Milady - there was one: that swayed more slowly: I counted it - in ten swings: she was always one behind - it's her - but if I board - I'll never be able to get out - probably: my fear of death - you know how I'm afraid - it's stronger than feelings: which in my chest bathering your likeness - we will see Death wins Milady - this your sisterhood - so incomprehensible and distant - I tried to draw your likeness on paper - but you know - it wasn't just you - other women were also involved I do not know why: I'm writing to you now and which: in that picture: are you think - the one from the back - because there is a chance at least - when she turns Back... Along.. More...