Life is a dance which leads each one of us to the ultimate truth-Death. Here I am traveling towards my coffin, not walking but dancing. Without music, without obliged to any defined rhythm, I am inching towards it, towards my coffin. Throughout my dancing once again I am watching everything...
I am dancing without music
Dancing without definite steps
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Kudos to a failed hunting
The net was laid perfect
No chances for a rabbit to escape
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Ah, who claims to be purest?
A sinner somewhere you are always
Causing a tear of pain
While taking birth, to your mother
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When we are just human
And not gods
We can
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and while barren deceptions do not work
Come to my temple
Naked feet
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I do not even know whether-
You will ever read this letter.
I am getting married, again.
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To touch the blues of my lost skies
My mind is leaping like a dead frog
Distances which I can’t reach
Stays there with an ironic smile-deep rooted
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'Why you never painted me? ' She asked
'I am afraid? ' I lowered my eyes
'Afraid of? '
'Painting something so perfect'
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Shall I stop now, singing my story?
story is over
audience left
it is only me and empty chairs
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I paint my face with colors
I wear the laugher around my lips
I am doing summersaults
I am doing stupid acts
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