Poems

On the Door of a Lonely Heart

1
 
I am not alone
All the matter is
I became friend of my loneliness
 
2
 
(He) pleased with a little of salt on (his) days fare
With little of you in his night
With a little of night
When you sleeping on the dream shoulder
With a little of the dream
When you walk on the sleeps shore
With little of sleep
Swing by the flute
 between the hoarse
and the hanged bells in the herd's necks.
 
3
 
Why God not give the sun a weekly holiday
For people to know
You are always shining
And I am the only one who see
 
4
 
Is a white wall
Old wall
Remotes by the dry, clayey heart
Write your name on 
And don't burden his shoulder with the nails
 
5
 
Take care of his limbs
Mend him with soft thread
Do not wounds the hems
Gather his stray yarns
Squeeze him gently
When the water reaches (him)
So, even if it seems to you like old dress
But anyway he is heart
 
6
 
You are waving on my heart
Like the flag
In the liberated lands
 
7
 
Who cried on the chest of the other?
Only the wet shirt
Know the answer