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