The deceased paternal grandmother is my namesake Kristina. She is the woman, who never was there. Passionately I would have loved to have met her once upon these days. However it was my Dad who recognized her in my countenance. And in this way he made myself to his mother. Treasured, alone and beautiful that`s […]

A protecting hand like an arc is ensnaring two kids hugging each other in the mother`s womb. A cave with solid ground unbeneath. There is warmness to sense. These kids are circling like an orb in the belly. Above of them there is a stone, moving like a slug. The wood is of bestowing and […]

I am lost in solitude and I am getting sad and angry. Freezing and fright are waking up within me. Life seems to be flat and I regard it fully in aversion. It is simply to run away. I find myself in a deathly wasteland of philistines, who are staring in the emptiness of their […]