A false dance

Night and day When they are waving goodbye. *

After finishing their violent dance, The dancers come out in a long row To enter the quiet, fearful hall of death To strip one by one. Yes, Death loves the naked only! *

The statues tell more lies than their makers. The statues tell more lies Than the faces of their dictators and kings. *

The woman turns her face right and left Like the poet's heart, But she wants to play only a little bit. While the poet wants to create a sun To shine through the darkness Of his tormented and cursed spirit. *

I see many question marks Dancing above the heads every night. So I stop writing sometimes And stop saying the allowed speech another time. *

In the war of the letter

There are flags for everything. *

The rain always surprises my memory With its beautiful lies. So I welcomed it happily with my tears. *

The letter spent his life dreaming of settling down. In the end, he did not get only a suitcase And a fake passport Issued by the kingdom of the dot, The kingdom that did not exist Only beyond the borders of the geography of course. *

The mirror collapsed in front of me on the ground. When it had collapsed The woman’s image collapsed in my heart. *

To complete the number, Your death must have countless and endless gates! *

My beloved, I did not find you on your doorstep -As was the promiseBut I found my corpse lying on the road. I carried it over my back quietly And I went without a goal. *

When I knocked on the door of my life

That was carved from old wood like a curse, The devils came out of every slit!

What kind of mistake is this?

I have written my poem with an orphan child’s tear And I read it to an absent-minded listener. *

How can a burnt memory Uncover the holy light’s mystery While it only dreams of extinguishing its fire? *

The man is fragile And the woman is more fragile, But he searches for her throughout life