BEGINNING Before the start it was him when prophecy came the curtain was raised the voice got way the word settled for a moment: From nothing Became everything in the navel of the earth through holes of fog the spirit began to breathe life opened its eyes and started to seek the human.
THE HEAVEN CAN BE PRES If you do not want to be written in your epitaph: "Went away without saying anything" Speak wise. Do not keep silent do not go without moving any stone from the place of life from where death follows you do not yawn in the same dream more than one time to arrive up must be traced down start just then when you have exhausted everything by yourself long way you have to make until then even heaven can wait
FOREIGN LANDSCAPE In the glass of life thousands of bubbles of death the faces of people sweaty out of the white sun trees are wiped out of roots big waters are afraid of them New snow covers old oliventrees ices play with stones in the mountains some red spots hunters and tombstones wait for the best day.
THE PRAY Pray for me when I disappear into the unknown and no one should know which flow took me away from one side to the other ask for me until the feet not carry you anymore my footsteps you will find out where the river of sins deeper is the rest in the middle of the dust and hurricane.
UNLUCKY PILGRIM He got himself on his shoulder spruce peaks of the world to find the lost image after many years he realized that all this journey had been in vain otherwise it would remain silhouette with one eye among the blinds the stars were far away the tombs closer in the middle he was and his sinful body.
ENIGMA Tell me someone: -Where the soul haunt when the human becomes heartless? words as if the bones were broken sometimes? dreams why hide out of sight? what makes the blood to crawl under the skin? why the living peolpe do not be told "Rest in peace!" well, that is life why we need to die? and death to live? tomorrow stick to today or today died yesterday? perhaps, Holy Books we have not fallen yet till the end! the end of holiness are in the strong hand.
JOURNEY In front of me wind of frost after me stones burning strangely around me water and fire inside me I was one of my own nailed.
THE LAST DREAMER I'm clothed from yesterday and today nothing of tomorrow is not sheltered here in me the day it has to come constantly leaving eternally in coming eternally there the time is hasty she finds me on the track looking an open path. across it I pass ...
X Not all days are white like not all nights black do not ask yourself every moment when it would be the best time to close the eyes between heaven and earth find a white cloud to carry the islands of life.
YOUR DAY Convince the truth like all your breathing among you do not let remain place nor for a rain drop resurrected every moment I do not doubt that after death there is something else Go after your voice even when it offended you remained faithful to yourself even in stormy times you will find it easier when the day comes your day.
