The Man Made of Rain

I love the title and shall search it out. Especially because Ivan came through the rafters- in Massachusetts!

...He spoke to me and took me on journeys. His talk was genial, light and authoritative, a language of irresistable invitation to follow him wherever he decided to go, or was compelled to go by his own inner forces to go...He led me to different places (I call them 'places') such as my father's grave, inside my father's bones, the land of no-language, the place where scars are roads through difficult territories, provinces of history and memory, the place of cold, true cold, and what is that?
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"Inside my skin four rows of birds
prepare for flight
Wherever they go I wish them well
I'm glad we met"
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