Inquisitions have been reactivated,
only their decoration
has been modernized.
Let's not forget Giordano Bruno and what he said at the last minute:
"Perhaps you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it."

Dearer than my soul, I have been without you for months,
I mean craze,
I mean selfless,
I mean no heart,in my chest ,
I mean in vain from all sides to vastness,
I am rootless , derelictus, astonished,
the trace of the demise in universe . I mean the separation of us.

For years, I enjoyed so foolish,
keeping the lawn tidy as per my wish

It took decades before I could twig
this is not the scent of cut grass and stylish trees

It is a twinge of pain rising from the grass and twigs

I am that rocky shore, the shoulder where the sad waves can cry on
Although call me just a stone, books and poems and myths

I am sad because of the sad blue eyes of every wave
The sadness of the sea is like the wine of tears, and my eyes are like a wine cup

If there is no wave for a moment. I pray and ask God
Will there be a wave again in my arms?

If I slept for a moment, I had a nightmare of salt [of a dried up sea]
Which destroyed all the intoxication and dreams of the waves

We are water lilies
It is thousands of years
that
We are either hand-picked
or buried in the mud
And alas, never
We have risen;
Give leaf to leaf
At least,
Even a seed
may live in a clear life

There are a bunch of wolves
in your eyes and sight
That howl and bite

But in no eye or heart
There is the will or might
to flee or fight.