21.
I want to be naked
raise my empty hands
and die with the hungry sparrows in winter.
22.
In silence of the concrete cube
a turtle is carrying the moments.
I’m drowned
thinking of the gradual
death of the flower in the vase
and the quiet of universe
which is as loud as moaning of the flower.
The telephone yells in pain.
I come to my senses.
23.
Beside
the sewage of tranquility
where smog rains cancer
and earth gushes blood
I’m happy with a faded flower
or a worm of a dead tree
in
this burned garden of dreams.
24.
Until evaporation of your last drop be flowing.
Escape
prison of destiny
and don’t
say love is crazy.
Becoming ocean is not easy.
25.
Be humble like earth
and mountain in front of thunder.
Be sincere like mirror
free as wind
generous like rain
Be a sun
light
up the world
until your end.
