(2013)
Fighting to surface we push each other down drowning the hopeless we want for the crown What’s mine is yours
You fall on my eyes like snow; quiet, soft and blinding. You accumulate in my soul; at depths worth reminding. While most praise spring, I weep;
Peter-Peter fish food eater, how does your water taste? It tastes like tap with a touch of… It’s the best we’ve got like it or… as there’s little left to spare.
His hands work like a fine Swiss… Careful and precise but not obsess… Lessons taught and lessons learned…