suffering to forget
this is a dream land. Palermo hills, the vastness of scenery.
I was promised a trip there, a stay at a home that belongs to a woman i will never meet now, a home-made perfume that contributed some 10 years now to my falling in love back then. Back then and still remembering the sense of the perfume smell makes me home sick. For a home i never will have, and never saw. His place.
Where is he? Where is he safely living now? I know not.
All i dream the last decade is that trip. That trip i only made through his words and these images.