Hello stranger


Pieces of people

Scattered everywhere they go.

An odour of being

Of doing

Of touching.

An imprint in the sand

Of another being

As we breath in the air

Someone else let out.

My nostrils filled with 

The cold flux

From your lungs

As the air circulates 

in me.

Hands touching the handles

Touched upon touch of

Palms overlapping.

Vortex of fingerprints

On walls,tables,books.

Strangers caressing strangers


Sitting together but

at different times of the day.

Sharing coffee

From the same cup.

Puzzles of people scattered in a box

Pieces that go together

Like the image 

on the box.



It is said that after 7 years the cells of the body regenerate completely.This summer I revisited the place of my honeymoon,walked the sand of its beach,saw the hotel of the honeymoon.It smelled all new.Made new memories.

This is a skin you have not touched,breath you haven’t tasted,a mouth you have not kissed.

This autumn I ended your cycle.


Pablo Neruda


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.” ~Pablo Neruda


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