Neither holding hands nor any kiss
Neither making love nor any caress
I want to put my mind on your mind.
Passing days through the happy air
Situation kicked out the purchasing power
Utility and desire can’t make a demand
I want to see your face before death.
Sleeping nights on the passionate pillow
Memory fled away from the neuron cells
Temp files are waiting under the olive tree
Mini flowers jumping from the calyx
I want to slaughter yesterdays before you.
Humming present sitting on the evening grasses
Walking time enjoying day-moon from the footpath.