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

Why did you give birth to me?
I asked my father
"To give you the abilitiy of dreaming .."
He replied.

Then he left me ..
And I only have dreams.

Everything can wait,
even meeting you
at the stations of escape
from wailing to wailing
Red rage on two cheeks of milk, your plains like breadthness
after death.
And the river,
which was a waterfall in my heart..
dried,
leaving shellfish and fish
shivering like winds,
dying,
farewell to the security of the old homeland ..
Everything is waiting ..
Everything ..

When night comes,
I become a criminal,
a lover,
a revolutionary,
an army commander,
a millionaire ... and ...
but in the morning
I return as I was,
nothing but a Comix hero..

Wailing wall for my soul
O white paper
I cry over unborn love,
I cry over the human loneliness
I cry over misery,
I Cry over helplessness،
with painting, poetry and a lot of grunts..
All that and more
On your tender white body..
thank you