Comments about Aronno Islam
The Balloons Those Are Colorless
Flocks of endless discolored balloons are departing from the death-pain...
Those who have begun a new hymn, sounds like the axe chopping in a stormy garden
I am calling them soldiers
The strange tattoo loves and laughs inside the skin
The big blue flies are flying in from somewhere
When you reach out your hand, the heaven opens and lets down the ladder
You don't know how the statue
Bears its own dead body
The silent tattoo cries from within the skin
This is all I can say to you today...
My pet cat has learned to kill the mouse now
I have got him the magic ...