I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transf….

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels..

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls..

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower..

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth..

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart..

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs..

The guilt of newborns is immense..

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters..

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods..

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood..