: Hello !
: Pronto  
: Hello
: Si
: nobody is there  !

A man saw a flower
and said : it's a marigold
he didn't find her in the name
  he  smelled her
but she wasn't in the smell .
he picked her, held  her and  squeezed
her with  a sweaty hand
..he couldn't' find her in  the touch.
he walked thinking it's a marigold
..without knowing   he  ripped her  into pieces
she wasn't in the petals .
he thought of his only love
he ripped her a part
to find her heart
when he walks alone
he feels her fragrance in the mist

Oh gosh !
how dusty these books are
Beneath all this dust
a word about to explode
"You"

THERE IS
NO PERFECT
SILENCE
IF THINGS QUIT
TALKING TO US
WE DON'T STOP  
TALKING TO OURSELVES
AND WHEN WE LEAVE THEM All
THEY PEOPLE OUR SKULLS
THUS, SOLITUDE IS AS IMPOSIPLE AS PERFECT SILENCE.

The brownish Yukon April first
passing bisons and buffalos herd
slowing down to quench their thirst
and  moving on on April third .
walking clouds are mountain sheep
the sheep are fluffy as clouds of June
 you see the mountain stabbing so deep
the sky and sheep crowding the moon
The moon of Alaska is the biggest moon

i'm cracking my name
the verdant cocoon
seeming the same
but moving the stone
The day I was born,
I gave birth to my feet, steps and endless directions.
because Motion is the supreme purpose of the  soul,
The essence of Mine as in-completable work.
I need nothing
I want nothing
I ask for  nothing
and wait for nothing.