And then, full of that moment, and fatally, the immortal minute exploded around us: I learned to respect the lights of terrestrial star systems as he motioned for confession without sentences! I meant shaking tears, those in captivity of self-pity! For in all the unspeakable brilliance, in the crossfire of long-tolerant gazes of the arrogant: The vulnerable, halo glitter of Hope ready to renew the flow!

And then I was suddenly shocked myself: Are immortal stars created by broken beads of truth, in the barbed-wire legs of our eyes, or are they just a compass warning that the eternal and present Answers, once passed before our noses, can be noticed early on ?! One-eyed Cyclops wanderer and dream chair Sun, you could smuggle a knife-tip-ray into the rattling heart of pessimists, only Silence responds to the swampy twilight of worn-out twilight.

And for hundreds of thousands of years, it has been wandering restless and ever-moving giant in the bone-colored mirror of the ever-glowing bullet. Will there still be forgiveness and sympathy for the less fortunate in the eyes smiling with stars? - I do not deserve the glory of courage, believe me, cowardice is always the first to whom I bow my head and knee, I do not spare myself sparingly!

Well, how could I finally be brave when, instead of human-smelling furnace words, hyena-clawed contempt was won over me.