What is in this book?
Horizontally written poems, sentences that open up like paper lanterns… Lines, in which one can wander. There are short pages and long years in them.
There are impressions and interwoven sensations. In the indirect narrations of direct senses, there is harmony of colours with shapes, of nature with soul. There is a little thanks to the place where words were born.
And like a dream, in the morning after, there is a meaning, continuously growing by the versions felt by the readers.
What is in this book?
Horizontally written poems, sentences that open up like paper lanterns… Lines, in which one can wander. There are short pages and long years in them.
There are impressions and interwoven sensations. In the indirect narrations of direct senses, there is harmony of colours with shapes, of nature with soul. There is a little thanks to the place where words were born.
And like a dream, in the morning after, there is a meaning, continuously growing by the versions felt by the readers.
