
Gold 3
ghost freight

corpus

We were like skies

night pool

pietá

somebody's ghost

coelacanth

something like leaving

to open windows

luxury man

some lovely days some lovely days

noon, hotel adlon

more than ever when it can't be

evening days

electricity, green olives, distant ringing

matter of shadows and going away

now were alone now

endless night

triumph of death

coming cold

closer to her heart