lisdoornvarna, cliffs of moher, doolin

from connemara camping to renville harbour

music

though music never ends
we are sad when we cannot hear
it anymore.
essence burns,
and i can drink more and more
of it: i‘ll burn the more.
and it is not yet true that my wish
to die and burn is stronger
than my will to live.
to live passionately and to leave
the swamps of bitterness.
i am just sad that i cannot
sing.
i try to listen to pauses.
because.

pj harvey, the river

The River, PJ Harvey

somehow... really not enough to share pain
when we cannot wash, be purified, release poison
and past — and meet again