Runu Runu, a keen blown ray; after all the amortise, got come to my yard, tried me to smear with warmth.
Ache flutes Really… I do not reflect on eternity
A night in roam I can hear the voice of the stars in the silence of their thoughts.
HUNTED Like wild animals wailing In a black forest chased Clogged by their trailer
NO MORE TROUBLE Cuban Missile Crisis October 12, 1962 October 28, 1962 It must be that it was intuition
Peregrination I started wandering in streets I don’t know, They don’t even know me The strange streets around myself travel,
DANCE FOR A NEW YEAR The near-midnight streets are littered with the frenzied sales of this day
A-Nostalgic Nothing handy Or handsome To buoy up What’s left of us
Pang and Prayer of a Kafir-in-Exile (An elegy dedicated to the heretic martyrs, who defended our rights to speak)
Flight She sings outside his window the sweetness of spring new life, new home