1
Life
A gift on a dish of alabaster
Rituals
And receptions
Then a cry
And heartbeats
So I believe God's promise
2
A period
For search and scrutiny
Reckless and Amusement
Love and hate
The feelings grow up
Disfigure the whiteness of the heart
And step by step
We breathe the smell of death
3
Unfinite mouths of the dawn
Falling in it the dark of the night
And there is no way to it
Propagating in its special gardens
From cameleer of the bullet
Which engenders the death
And clanks of the splinters
Cosmic dust
On the sides of memory's grievance
From an open bier
4
The salvation is a song
Pours a well on the solar disk
I see you embracing a fortune
From the freer longing
In a homeland that's torn
Without a sin
Your enjoying meek face
A fountain of cultivated mine
5
In the light of the sun
We will hear in other hearts
Song of the linden
From the lips of a chorus's Angel
Like the soaked breath in diving beauty
A cordiality repeats for eternity
We are in it the victim
And in the memory of the waiting
We will stay walking and dancing
Like the blown currents
No trace remains from it
Just the equivalent between the early
Departure and the waiting
6
As if I'm the oddments of a mine
That hasn‘t exploded yet.
When the sun sets
Veils hoop it with shyness
The stars are insane in the sky
They strut
Vain by their ulsters
The absent-mindedness flutters
The doorstep of the salvation
The rejoicings will be concluded
Behind the years covered by wars
And amalgam cars
7
Slow dawn when you walk
Shaded by the losing years
After that
Remember
You are only a teardrop
Or a flash from water
With no color to it
No taste
It smells sky
8
Smile
When your green herbals change to white
And the warmth of the sun
Burns your slim back
When the butterflies dance
On flowers calm
And the endurance becomes a worldly cloth
9
The sky as if it was in worldly commotion
Their doors clatter
The paired wings
White snowy
Soft like silk
Fresh like candy
Thus our methods
Embrace each other by compact form
Light of the truth flashes before the departure
And every pain sits down on its two knees
10
From the folds of the horizon
The blackness prepares for the jump
On the edge of the herbals
The sash of fire
11
Holidays of death are not concluded
Verily we gather everyday
By a new death
Our fates were detached like clothes
Of charming girls
Short like our dreams
Soft like transmitters laps of Angel
In the party of the last spark of life
The meeting of respiration and the bier of life
