“My steps are ancient runes – read my heart in them… My body is voluptuous memory of а secret vow… Even swallowed by the cares thirsty waves, you will know I’ve said them: the Words. You will find them, engraved on the wings of birds, clung on the salty lips of the wind, whispered in the new moon night, wavering and warmth by the Universe. For you. Until the sky still wears the blue, until my steps