Life will destroy us if we surrender, if we let people deeply into our hearts, they will hurt us. Let us turn our backs on all the arrogant!

Do not turn on the light, for you will scare away
the evil forces that have entered your home,
forces that sing.
And perhaps Satan does not exist,
if evil itself does not exist.
Then there will be no God to protect us,
and perhaps God has abandoned us
because there is evil in this world.
We have angered them all together,
nourishing the soil with human flesh and blood.
I must drink wine
to forget my rotten life.

A black heart full of pain,
cold as white stone
in winter,
like a swan’s sorrowful song
at life’s end,
turns to ashes within its shell,
and perhaps, gripped by similar sorrow,
this part of the body forever seeks
another like itself.

He entered a filthy room,
placed a black *** on the fire,
satisfied his hunger,
lit a cigarette,
took off his rubber boots,
lay down on a mattress spread on planks,
turned on the radio,
opened a newspaper,
and felt helpless,
Tears welled up.

Our bodies
Real,
Painful,
Beautiful,
Sometimes beautifully ugly,
We wither,
Age,
Shrink,
What matters is to accept them as they are
Or fight for how
We want them to be,
Our souls merge with each other,
While our bodies, intertwined like branches,
Bodies seek love.

An abandoned green tea plantation,
Entwined with wild, thorny blackberry branches.
A snake is coiled around them.
A child watches,
Thinking whether to go closer or not.
This scene feels like a fairy tale,
Something you cannot see every day...
Where enchanting serpents slither,
Mesmerizing in their beauty,
Hidden through the winters,
Seeking warmth,
In a magical world, brimming with cunning.