2022 Pebble collection

At the sea with one eye closed and one hand on my ear.

I feel and hear the sea within myself.


A stone, made smooth by the endless tide thrown into the water.

Ripples are fleeting forgotten time.


Since when did I stop holding onto a moment,

Since when did I stop regretting of a missing memory.


A boat sails into the water on a passing journey.

Glancing back at the seaside town,

My soull grows fonder of the distance of ancred seashore.