Stuart Miller-Osborne

You never told me that you had a tattoo You never asked It was not there when I last looked It is to remind me of happiness The happiness of summer Are not all your summers happy Most are Especially this one I do not see you that often Guy This tattoo is my gift […]

Is my Mediterranean cousin She is very beautiful With a incredible complexion We are waiting for a train To clear the line Marie is reading my book Le Droit de Savoir Which is selling well We are heading towards the beach Where we will sunbathe together In full view of the passing trains Marie often […]

I often sit on lonely railway stations In Southern France Using the time between trains

If you eat poisoned bread Then it will do you harm So why listen to poisoned words

As long as you love your reflection Infinity will be understood

Ma femme naturelle a fermé les yeux. Les paysages du sud sont désormais aveugles. Dans une heure, nous arriverons à la ferme. Qui offre une vue sur notre vallée.

My natural wife has closed her eyes The southern landscapes are now blind In an hour we will arrive at our farm Which has views over the valley

I love the intimate gardens Seen from the passing trains They bring me such pleasure Some are almost derelict Suffocated by their fading years Often these were the retreats Of long forgotten poets and artists

messages in bottles how many at sea too many to predict declarations of vacancy declarations of love

Messaggi in bottiglia Quanti in mare Troppi da prevedere Dichiarazioni di posti vacanti Dichiarazioni d’amore