~*~

A lamasery
along it's hanging gardens.
Paintings of battles.



Wall of hopelessness...
The pigeons they come and go
and they are faceless.



Thoughts are standing still
as mosaic tesseras
in the palace yard.



On the balcony
I'm in a cage of sunrays -
just like a rainbow.



Humming in the fog.
A fishing boat far out there -
trophy on water.



Glittering cities :
tone, fables, mathematics -
but only different.



Tomas Tranströmer
from The Great Riddle, 2004

LPWJ eng version 25/02/10