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I am one man-I am myself..I am a child gazing at own feet and little gutters rinsed by the stream in a gravel..It's a snail! It's a leaf! I admire the snail..I admire the leaf...Trivial life becomes silent..I dry flowers among pages of Shakespeare's sonnets.Derisive ghosts which used to embrace me go back home.We are not so little complicated though love is simple.Sitting in deep armchairs staring at the flames we get impression of architectural solidity.If only life and thoughts could gain this constancy..Someone is grasping the poker..damaging appearance of solidity..everything is transforming-youth and love.
There are shops and houses in the background grey towers of local church ,glass shelves on front ..full of sweet buns and ham sandwiches..Everything is turning misty..foggy by steaming tea kettle.People..Ia m displayed in front of their sights&they in front of mine..they have soft faces with moving skin..deft like monkeys.I am aware of despair,cruelity and cofusion.It is so strange to go through the crowd and see the world via eyes stinging coz of tears.Circle has no fractures..the harmony is full..ther eis common spring of existence.The feeling of being aimless penetrates us making us old on early youth..crowds of people rush in search of civilization like flocks of birds wandering..looking for summer.I still wake up and fall asleep all over again..I see jug for tea buffet full of pale yellow sandwiches men in suits next to the bar..and far behind them eternity..all on the background of bird wings..dense feathers of the past.I am always the youngest..the most trustful and gullible..You are safely covered and I am naked.. He will forget about me..won't response to my letters..I will be sending poems and getting postcards in return..But for this I love him...
I will offer meeting near the cross.I will be waiting and he won't come..But for this I love him..
Absent minded..almost utterly unconscious will sail awau from my life..and I will enter others' one...it is just the beginning youthful risky venture..There is a cart looming down becoming bigger and bigger..the day is waking up..lush colours are coming back but who am I ? me supported over the gate looking at the dog running in a circle..maybe more than a woman I am just a light falling on the gate..or maybe I am seasons of the year..january may november..mud fog the dawn..Everything derivated from me is wild Now I am hungry thinking of bread with butter..white plates in sunny room..flowers among jam jars.We are silent..
We are fulfilled with a bliss,gold flowing in the blood..heart beating in a calm trance..We mistook something coz of fear...changed somehting coz of vanity..trying to emphasize differences all led by the feeling of separation.It's hatred..it's love..it's black rapid stream..which brings headache when we look at it..Ia m going to fill the emptiness..prolong nights and fulfill them with dreams...Death is interweaved with violets.our bodies are firm..cool..Winter &summer days in front of us..we have just started this wha tis on the store.Ther eis margin of indifference in me..curiosity in my eyes....