In the desert of thoughts
   the air is hot,
                       (my heart is cold)

The scent of flowers ...
                          (everywhere) there is nothing ...

I watch the stars..
    I wonder about ..
                what made me fall…
                              (from the sky)

I wander...
           the world.. colored ...
                                        (from artery to vein)


I close my eyes ...
                        (I see ..)

I sleep …
   (maybe)
     I dream…
            (Siren sings a name)
....



I look into faces…
      house of mirrors..
            (reflecting my face)

I lost my mind..
Swept by a tide,
     a trace..!
           the one I sought to embrace ..
(Mirage, fog and unknown place)

my thoughts ...
                                   (paralyzed)
       in my mind …
                     (shadows …)

(purity; the spirit of the fragrance)
(Morning; love in the day)
(Essence of roses)
(lost lighthouse guides wanderers…)
(hearts of people each evening
          morning .. !
                           evening … !
          morning …. !
                          evening….. !
                                                 ………………)
My mind is gone …!



the pillars of my poems are shaken ...
                       (what is there … ?)
An empty wreckage
           full of memories
                           treasures
                                 (and layers of dust…)

                                   An empty message
                                        (with bones,
                                              ashes
                                         and remains)

*“your heart still the same”
               “burns in flames”
                                    “beats in
                                               eternal pain…”