My eyes are filled with thorns
and distorted hieroglyphs.
I do not want your insomnia.
Why did he arrive uninvited?
September with a breath of black bread
he fired a fire-lit fire.
Do not you know that sorrow
is it sometimes out of the question?
When the sunset spilled
beyond the hill of golden lava,
from your breath, I startled.
I patiently expected you.
I cut my hair.
I dried up in an overpowering thirst.
And I stopped believing in miracles.
But you love me - the poet is born.
And I will forgive because I know -
forgetfulness does not exist.
Because you are infinitely alone.
And you've dreamed me forever.
Goodbye and Kisses ...
