Not far from the witch grandmother song
nymphomaniac and satan
In the cloud of thought, the voice and the body merge.
who wanted death
to the grandmother of north-eastern Siberia?
I could not dream
because I was never awake
I couldn’t believe it
because I knew I could not stand
what I saw I felt, with experience
Just like you will thank me
for I will not bring
Tell me: thank you for that.
Because we do not go through the minefields.
that does not concern us
complete innocence is not among the martyrs
but between the oppressors and the suspicious faces.
A red vigilance spills
scars that are stuck inside.
and collected at a point
that will blink deep inside of me
the only thing more perfect than a poem
Until the water went out
I washed my blood and stones crowned
In my name
and I’m there
and one – no.