Hands are huge like a hand
Big as a spot in white
Like everything that the big hole gets smaller
Continuously increasing oneself
Like one with sheeps
With a dog hiding his feet
On the way home,
While using the chest,
He's picking up voices today, his voices
Continuous, calm, painless
Where they ran away
Then by drawing a wall from the wall
He's carrying a dead horror
You, hey, be killed like walls!
The latest full-bodied world
Or the person to be let go
You
He greets you.
Actually what comes from your hand
You look fuller life days.
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II.
If you are going to leave, have you decided yet?
You look at yourself
Grows! this is the guy who does not speak at all
Bellows, giant doors, fish gills
It sucks you loneliness
You can save your hands
Here goes a woman to a woman walking
Taking you, measuring you, doing you yourself
You put it in the open
What you know and can not say
Do not go home, eat, fall asleep
If you ask me, turn it over
Take the name "me" the night you put it
You will see, you will see another one
Night, here are the nights
Daytime, daytime at work
Beyaza is like a black penguin flock.
But what comes from your hand
You look fuller life days.
III.
These eyes are only a few of them with eyes
These lips are little with her
As far as I'm concerned,
Do not have your hand, you have to work with a cane
Or a glove attached to a void
Hang up, save it now
To save a little and to be comfortable
Eyes with hands
A penguin
Engagement pengueni
You liked red places, red hair
That penguin
A key, a window, a cock feather
That penguin
Tea tables, lunches, trips
That penguin
We say die, silence deaths
That penguin
Penguin penguin
Like an arsenal
Like sunburning boy heads
Like a tram, nowadays,
Adventures, weekends
Penguin
Shoot lower pengueni
But what comes from your hand
You look fuller life days.
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IV.
Human trees like a core in every house
Human hands
That penguin
Penguin penguin
Women's faces in cold water
One morning the uncertainty in the sea
In equilibrium like galloping horses
You are innocent
Here you go without touching
Like the pre-spinning yarns settling down
Pleasure yarns
Jealousy yarns
You know me, so calm
yarns
Penguin penguin
Shoot lower pengueni
But how, you have not decided yet.
Actually what comes from your hand
You look fuller life days.
V.
It's not you, it's going so far apart from you
What is it, maybe you are living
They are a hope before you
They become a love, maybe a chill
You look at the cities in the morning
You are in the mornings
A sea, a firefighter
A window will enter the street
Drawing the rods of your wishes
A child is mixing with tiles
A cat with glass breaks
Have a ferryboat
Like the speed of life
It opens an old day your legs
And your hands
You're hunting the chefs at a bit
Death laughs die
Break those clowns!
Like cold stopped necks
And here it is
Show you you
This room of poverty
This bubble board
Thinking flocks moving into the throne
A rain is a rain.
But what comes from your hand
You look fuller life days.
