Joby Talbot: Piedra de sol (Sunstone)

Sunstone: I. ...a crystal willow, a poplar of water...

Sunstone: II. ...a single presence like a sudden song...

Sunstone: III. ...I travel between galleries of sound...

Sunstone: IV. ...I travel your body as if through the world...

Sunstone: V. ...your skirt of corn ripples and sings...

Sunstone: VI. ...endless corridors of memory...

Sunstone: VII. …I search for a real moment, as alive as a bird…

Sunstone: VIII. ...writing of fire on a slab of jade...

Sunstone: IX. ...there is nothing in front of me, only a moment salvaged from a dream...

Sunstone: X. ...while time snaps shut its fan...

Sunstone: XI. ...oh life to be lived and already lived...

Sunstone: XII. ...facing an afternoon of saltpetre and stone...

Sunstone: XIII. ...there is nothing left of me but a gaping wound...

Sunstone: XIV. …in clarity…

Sunstone: XV. ...life and death make a pact in you, lady of the night...

Sunstone: XVI. ...open your hand lady who sows the seeds that are days...

Sunstone: XVII. ...gateway of being: awaken me and dawn…

Sunstone: XVIII. ...I want to go on, to go further...

Sunstone: XIX. ...a crystal willow, a poplar of water...