You invented me as Pygmalion created his goddess.
Pygmalion fell in love with the marble's brightness. Are you in love with me or
the moon's sadness? The weather is changing so the sky can be starless.
Pygmalion had at least the marble's brightness. The blue sky wrapped in your
eyes is cloudless. You have at least your hope's freshness. I have plenty of
smoke in my lungs and my ink's madness. You invented me to have your goddess.
You didn't make me of marble so my life can't be endless.
Do keep your ears in my words of praise!
The best world is a chair in a plane.
The best world is the air in the childhood's fairy
Who can guess why I sketched my plane ticket in my
The best world is something without any name.
Love might find its game in a heart's flame.
Time never sleeps in small or large beds.
Don't you like me or are you fed up with my chase?
Do knit my roads with your speedy hands!
THERE IS NO DESTINY AFTER DEATH
The sun and the moon never meet to wed.
A spider is used to its web.
There is something called a destiny's frame.
Being painted with the brush of a pale shade it
never allows anyone to escape.
Romeo! Have you found your Juliet?
A human's life is a drop of rain.
It gets lost in the ground to appear again.
There is no destiny after death.
There is something which is called space.
Your earthly tears might be something else.
They have turned to the cranes which are flying