MY LOVE - I -

you look like a mountain/standing like no other grew-up in your bosom… i had known every stone, every rock, every spring, birds, worms, butterflies and jasmine plant, rosemary, and basil. i were plucked before becoming a teenager… you look like my Five-Finger mountain arms are wide open as if embracing the non-existing lover, and as if smelling her head/hiding your face from everyone/ staring at the eternal sky, standing like one deserted man You look like a mountain… Günsel Djemal February 2009 - London