As long as you are,
you are an inverted sentence of your life,
convulsing in the sentence of the sentence
of your existence.
But whoever abandons his letters
is guided by words
as simply as the sky guides the white snowflakes.
As long as you are,
you are an inverted sentence of your life,
convulsing in the sentence of the sentence
of your existence.
But whoever abandons his letters
is guided by words
as simply as the sky guides the white snowflakes.