I’m looking for a man
with rough palms and long gaze stretching
all the way to the horizon
(a crusty bread which you can hardly bite
but still hot in the middle)

I shall wait for him at life’s corner
with a blue butterfly in my hair
wearing a turquoise dress with poppies
weaving only in the wind of tenderness

I am looking for a man
without large tattoos on his heart
who’s walk is high and
smile freshly torn out from childhood

I shall be barefoot
to feel the warmth
of the earth he’s stepping on
and in my left hand there shall be an orchid
as I come from afar

I am looking for a man
with serious intentions of changing the world,
who is good at fixing broken ideals
and paring up illusions
by colour/ year/ trend

I may be easily recognised
I was once beautiful
my eyes still widely open towards the sea
lips arched in the shape of hope
and words fully rounded
in their meaning



however long it takes
I’ll be waiting...