During the night...
During the whole night my heart could not feel rest.
Under the silent sadness of the open sky
I was alone.
Who was waiting for me?
In the gardens
the odour of morning flowers began to glitter.
My restless ear heard
the sound of whose excited feet?
The atmosphere was penetrated
by the stimulated sight of transparent dreams.
Then buds of sound began to flower
in the grievous loneliness of
houses, places of worship and bars.
Flowers after awakening
fell in the skirt of the restless morning breeze.
I followed the sound but it was gone
in the cheating of the tavern of life
or the excitement of fate.
It was destiny.
I was not in my right mind.
My senses dead,
I was walking through stops.
Suddenly I faced the cruel grand wall of imagination.
The corner of my heart whispered
I should live alone
in the dreadful loneliness of
houses, worship places and bars
and make myself the gravestone for my own grave.
On the roads of demands ,
gravestones are fixed
on the graves of living people.