Books

POETRY

wherever you come / you build a cave / cook soup / give to cats / the remains of fish /
against the silent walls / you rub your fingers / dragging with you / your secateurs
(From the Artist’s Studio)

PROSE

But at night the sea shimmers differently, lures other vessels, and sometimes some mysterious ship happens to cast an anchor far from the shore. Everything is quiet, the music is just a hint, and the people appearing on the upper deck are just outlines in the red light. But all who notice them are overwhelmed by an irresistible dark longing.(Ardura)

FOR CHILDREN

Now imagine a small town, an old small town built around a ruined Castle on a hill – a Castle that used not to be ruined. A river flows through this town, meadows stretch around it to the south, and on the north side, from the Dark Forest, there is always a fresh breeze…
(Esperel, The Town of Little Wonders)