The Day…..

On the day of a beautiful weather.

The wind come to me, and said;

Give me all your depression,
all your sorrows,
full of grief...
Give me all your fake smiles,
which hurt you,
which torn you apart...
Give me all your passions,
who broke you(not only one time),
who burn you...
Give me all your friends,
who skept you,
who framed you...

Then the Rain arrived, and said;

Give me all your drops,
that make your nose to flow...
Give me all your snow,
that icen your heart...

Then my pen said to me,

Give me all your ink,
that make your voice to be dead...

Then, I said to them;

Take all of these things to me,
Just take him back,
from that valley,
from where no one come back...

Silence…..

Silence…..

I said;

These are the episodes of my death,
Don't take them away,
I am with them
They are not from me...

Village…..

Many of you living in village,
but not that village..
The village, where vehicles lost there fuel,
The village, where shoulders work, not feet..
The village, where is no diet, no plans, no work at all..
The Village, where is no energy requires to hear..
The Village, where is no world at all..
The Village, with human beings but not humans..
The Village, where pen lost there ink..
The Village, where is relations but no relationships..
The Village, where is Oxygen but no lungs at all..
The Village, where is soil but no appitite at all..
The Village, where is light with no hope at all..
The Village, where is greetings but no welcome at all..
The Village, where is home but no renovation at all..
The Village, where no one comes back..
Many of you living in Village,
but not that Village...