And I died, but to be born again!
And I was born to die in living pain.
I lived, I longed for my soul to roam
moaning to say - pathetic.
What am I - mirrored in thousands of pierced eyes ?!
A woman or I'm a screaming man, not buried, not buried in life?
A blazing fire or a sinner, in which love buys, the blood spills throws her stern ?!
Am I rich? No!
I'm a pimp for feelings,
with both hands, eyes, and lips, without a face
a soul unclean, but resurrectional radiant.
Where is the child's purity - is the bluntness uncovered?
And day after day I reborn
not in courage, but in endless feelings.
I am rich, the treasure,
which writhing and groaning,
which is energy and light,
giving the bottomless and deep-eyed light.
Goodbye and Kisses ...