A river was frozen in my chest, O god – I choose a burning boat to reach you. My planet has become a broken bridge.
Voiceless hymns are haunting me. Standing in a remote village of words, my poetry beside me. I want to cross the thick woods.
The hairy legs of tarantula – I am ready to meet them on my body. A skylark ejects a lyric at my terrace, I become a flame.
Pour honey, pour water I will glow more. The sparks will stay hidden. When the sky would be overcast and dark, thousands of stars will come out. Suddenly there will be light.
