A woman never touched
as the truth of God
Comic play
I heard a hiss
from the depths of her grave:
I  never cried..never

How can I win
If all system against me
I think I have to gain
Some ability to say yes..
I have to forget no..
As a river is subject
to the topography of the earth..
always saying yes

I miss you like a secret book,
as a fortune amulet in your neck..
as a sea tongue covered in waves that desert and scatter,
I yearn to invade your land,
country by country ...,
then sail in your body.. forever

Oh dazzling woman
overgrown with beauty ..
and the fragrance of noisy nights
like a chrysanthemum, shaken by the cold
In wild grass fields ..
so you will Emanate from the poems of life ..
you are beautiful
like a whisper hidden between the lips ..

The last monk came;
So
he supported with his stick
what was left of the Lord's skull ... and he left ...

I am a man with no goals
Because my ambitions are greater than my abilities
I want to live as it should
but this is impossible according to the laws of nature.
Nothing can be in two different places at the same time.
But I can sacrifice everything for a small true word of love

O warm woman
O you harvest the wheat
In the golden fields ..
Turn back.
Where I stand in the corner of the universe
  Staring at you from afar ..
Show me your bright smile ..
wave by your promising
my Trekking road is so so long