(Droplet) – al berto

the days without anyoneimpish notes scrawled quicklycrumpled in our fingers the honeysuckle was beautifulrising through the night of forsaken residence exact stones scented dustsfireflies napping in the flexibility of claysands covered of insects bones and teethand the river hauling weary nights luminous inflorescence acid moons crumblingfissures of earth coastline cities birdsfragile paths in open flightduring

⌉|⌈ – Für Alina

In 1976 — a year hardened by a big exodus within European confines, Alina, then eighteen years of age, left Tallin, Estonia, for a more promising life in England. Shipping in embrace with her father, she left only her mother, who was left in solitude. Arvo Pärt, by then a long-time friend of the family,