I want to write poetry
not commodities
as works of art
that give answers
that are not correct
not childish
with the same voice
and different echoes
come together
without myself

when I rang the doorbell
heavy snow fell
and hid the paths of aloneness
having lost my way
I looked for a stone
and stepped on it
The snow melted
and showed me the path to take
beyond the end of the road
the islands of Privacy
I have to go there
and make the waves
without you.

I sent
one poetry manuscript to
two publishers

one was rejected
“we can't publish it
because our publisher's standards
are different from your personality.”

another was accepted
“we can publish it
because our publisher's standards
are different from your personality”.

i hold your love
while thinking

your love hold me
while thinking

we are leaving
while we are sinking

we are living
next door

we are are we.

solitude is there
there are pieces of broken pain
are shining
walls are transparent
floors are transparent
the roofs are transparent
space also is transparent, transparent, transparent.
i can see all
invisible to you alone
there is solitude
The Way You Go
not lonely.

-facing Fatherland

my life is
still
unexploded
time bomb

on fire
time bomb

that will depart
when it explodes

a slave of time
will disappear
when it goes off.

love is strong
it dwells
in troubles

love is weak
it is not
in successes

look at
breads of tears
love endures them.