I do not judge future by present.
I do not accuse the truth
when the lie is so distant,
so identical.

The heart, so frightened by sky,
still running away from sleep,
is only a naive stray,
a loser, for whom it is not worth
paying with a premature look
straight in the face.

I waited, I found the scent
of warmest thoughts in you,
I released my desire - to satiate
with tears; a definitive kiss,
left on a nearby path.

Cursed by the air, deprived of
the right to my own sadness,
I encounter on your body
a trail so endless
that banners disappear,
death turns into nothing.

It's just a sad look into the distance,
an entrustment to space and time.