In a forest pitch dark

Glowed the tiniest spark

It burst into flame

Like me …

In a heart full of dust

Lives a creature called lust

It surprises and scares

Like me …

My name Isobel

Married to myself

My love Isobel

Living by herself

When she does it she means to

Moth delivers her message

Unexplained on your collar

Crawling in silence …

Nature forges a deal

To raise wonderful hell …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=S1QtZqCiP7s

Björk – Isobel

Ph : Elena Oganesyan

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way,

but what I reject is more numerous,

denser, more demanding than before.

A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss.

– Wisława Szymborska –

Ph : Andrea Kiss