How to turn the verse of not eating human fireworks into a grounded ground for a second [praise]
Then we had dreams,
About literature,
About love,
About traveling through the world.
Now we drink late at night,
The cups touched together,
It's all the sound of broken dreams.
From the North Island - "A Visitor from Poland"
Wash the manuscript
We were young and ignorant
The mind fantasizes about countless longings,
Or literature or love
Or to unsolv the unsolved mysteries of the world,
Now meet again,
Raise a glass with one hand and touch each other,
Mouth full of chai rice oil and salt,
Listen to the fragments fall to the ground,
It was the sound of broken dreams.