Enormous dreams
Fist full of happiness
Like a democratic rainbow,
The road is crowed
Some sad song comes from the radio
No hope,
Only conversations last
The table of last supper is full of blood
The liquor filament of the day still shines
Which day is this,
Day above all days!!
Or the day beneath the soldier’s boot
Wind, full of dead bodies, comes from Iraq
It is blind and naked,
Smells potassium
Yet It has the virginity of the wind
It smiles and dances
It kisses and weeps
The tears made me wet
This is an unfortunate moment,
Most unfortunate of all the moments.
Somebody keeps a basket full of flowers in the canon
Bullet is searching for human life.

I love you,
In return you are going to kill me,
A hug by the wind is the most precious gift
But the wind is from Iraq,
And Full of dead bodies!!