When I look at you

A reed smell comes to me

Thin periscope

Discreet among all the chirping and bird songs

It’s all about echolocation


I wanted to let the sky enter my foundations

Widen the walls

Surprise the slow sway of the branches in the wind

Everything changed

My building no longer needs columns or a water jet

I started looking for air holes that would break the sonorous magma of the city

The envelope of my building is no longer an envelope.

The walls are no longer walls

I told you about Herzog’s diary

How he had undertaken a twenty two days march from Munich to Paris

Against the fate of the imminent death of Lotte Eisner

Haw at the end he walks into the sick room declaring

Open the window for the past few days I have been able to fly

So do I