71.

 

Those claim that they own paradise's key.

They claim that the comet of time

will carry us

from absence to nonsense

and nonsense to absence.

But somewhere deep inside I feel

that love is the sole key to paradise

and the endless road leads to reason.

  

 

72.

 

Our love is solid.

Like a cube of ice

in summer.

 

 

73.

 

The world is dark.

If you want to give me a gift

bring me a flame.

 

 

74.

 

The souls are crucified

Brains are wrapped in curtains

and the instinct animals

crawl from hate to hell.

The roots are faded

and the soil screams

the plenty of corpses.

We are floating

in hidden pains.

 

 

75.

 

Don't say you love me.

Wanting me is loving yourself.

Love is to want yourself for me

but I am not looking to be loved

just a chance to love.

Lover is holier than beloved.

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