Catherine, from Jules and Jim,
arranges suicide.
I watch it, like an act
after a light smoke
she isn’t ******,
she keeps the balance.
It’s a classic film.

Rats in the garbage.
My thoughts arrange the evaporation of the brain
after drinking *****.

If the sun rises,
I’ll get a tan.

I think I'll go somewhere,
settle alone.

I pondered on the fallen angel.

No matter how dark my thoughts are on the essence of the universe,
I love the piercing Cold so much.

Even God grows evil.

I pondered on the fallen angel.



I'll settle in Alaska.
Black branches, Naked branches.

With anarchist behaviors We turn our backs on all the proud ones - I thought about virtue, forgiveness - But no, Even God grows evil.
I love winter, Black branches.

When dreams stretch wide and remain impassable,
I see you
yet upon waking, I return to myself,
carrying the sense that the dream has seeped into reality.
Perhaps the white spring flows only through dreams,
and every touch
is always transient.

Goats fallen into the ravine
Their blood on the rocks,
Every moment is dangerous,
A herald of death,
A goat lying down To rest on the rocky hill, Hidden from land predators.

Something spins in the mind, trying to defy reality
You experience the extreme
You feel an otherworldly desire, accompanied by absurdity
You think of this extreme,
Of this desire
Simply reading is a stimulation of the mind
For fantasy.

The girls were walking down the path,
Today there was a theatre performance at school.
Each had a ticket in her bag,
It was raining, and one of them got her shoes wet, her socks.
Her feet were aching from the cold,
But she wanted to see the theatre performance.
At home, she returned heartbroken,
Frozen.
The theatre performance turned out to be a low-budget production.

I used to have a limping cat
incredibly calm. Her name was Keso.
I often worked at the computer,
and Keso would sit by my feet.
Then I left home.
After I was gone,
white Keso passed away.
I haven’t had a cat since.
When I get older,
I plan to give a home to a stray cat.