fissuring
Between two high notesThe song gives a crackLong enoughTo allow me to enterLike a fish jumping backInto the night water
Both the fish and I leave noTrace behind us, and the worldRemains undisturbed as we swimDeeper and deeper in blue silence
Upon my return, I find the musicStill going on, while the fish hasDisappeared into the unknown
pomegranate
As long as you have ample bloodFilling in your cells, your heartWill never fadeWithin your fine structure
A rosy inner being:Each sarcotesta is inflatedWith juicy passion
25th letter
yum yum yummy, you havebecome so addictedto this juicy alphabetyou can readily get high high within your hairless skinas yellowish as the bankof the Huanghe Riverless sleek than a china cranebut more fragrant than a young yuccawhile its pronunciation can lead youto the very truth you are pursuing, its shapecan grow from an unknown sproutinto a huge Yggdrasil, where your soulcan perch on an evergreen twig, cawing glaringlytowards the autumn setting sun
word idioms
No belief without a lieNo business without sinNo character without an actNo coffee without a feeNo courage without rageNo culture without a cultNo entrance without a tranceNo epicenter without an epicNo Europe without a ropeNo freedom without a reedNo friendship without an endNo fundamentalism without mental funNo heritage without a tagNo glove without loveNo ghost without a hostNo groom without a roomNo infancy without fancyNo life without ifNo malady without a ladyNo manifestation without manNo mason without a sonNo millionaire without a lionNo nirvana without a vanNo passage without a sageNo pharmacy without harmNo plant without a planNo prevention without an eventNo product without a ductNo recovery without something overNo restaurant without rest or rantNo sight without a sighNo slaughter without laughterNo splurge without urgeNo spring without a ringNo substance without a stanceNo think without inkNo truth without a rut
you have a dream
You will be sad to depart from us tomorrowAt an antlike moment in the smallest spaceWhere you will become used to singing aloudWith a throat wider than your belly, the song
Of a frog with only one tone and one pitchA song about your dream flowing with leechesIn a ricefield. Yes, you will have a loud dream!You will dream of humans who will no longer
Try to catch you, skin you off, barbecue youOr eat you alive as they do with their ownSpecies; you will dream of jumpingAs high as summer stars, and as rapid
As winter winds. You will dream ofEquality, equilibrium and equanimityYes, thank his Song, thank