The hiding place of Orfeo .: July 2013

I do not go to the sea in this wide summer covered with heat, I will not go any further

and the cracks that surround lives and my life.

At what distance, in front of which window

on which train station

I left behind the sea and there we were,

While there the battle continued

of white and green and stone and

That's how it looks like it was like this: life changes, and he who dies

does not know that part of life,

That great note, that abundance of anger and glare were far away, >

you were blindly severed.

dead, surrounded by sad cities

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sea whose waves do not know how to kill

I do not care for salt and sound:

I want mine, sea artillery

of the ocean striking the shores,

The foam where power dies. I go out to sea this summer: I am locked in, buried, and long of the tunnel that takes me prisoner

I hear a green thunder remotely


a cataclysm of broken bottles,

a whisper of salt and agony. / b>

It is the liberator. It is the ocean, far away, in my homeland, waiting for me.

Artist: Gustave Courbet

Completion date:

  • Adam Floyd