Village Dimensions

The breaths of the rocks are still white, but today they are small, broken breaths. When, I wonder, will their breaths grow long, rising and falling like a woman in love??...

A spirit of waiting envelops everything around me; even the child who passed by my side was waiting for some movement from me, and when I smiled at him he hurried to embrace me.

As for me — what was I waiting for, I wonder?? Was I waiting for a love??...