harsh wind and coastal rain
slantways in the ballroom
must have sucked out the memories long ago
what exists is different - a concrete shell
ghostless, roofless, stairless
full of trees
Maybe I watch expecting a miracle
or a catastrophe.
and the circle is almost completed
First love:
the love of the settler for land
Second love:
the love of the architect for the Lord's daughter
Third love:
the love of the soldier for the cabaret
Fourth love:
the love of old ladies for tea-rooms
Fifth love:
the love of the wind for lonely places by the sea
