Fanciful Painting
– Our planet is going to be destroyed at midnight
At this intense ruin, how could you remain solemn, O woman?
I sing the hymn of silence.
– There’s no one called Supreme Being golden provisions?
I sing the hymn of silence.
Have you ever went to the aerial of ocean and forest?
Yes.
The immense water and glittering winged fishes of the ocean
I talk with the middle-class insects
Of the dark dense darkness Earth. From the deep womb of Time
Rise up the present future.
I recreate all through the day and night
A fanciful painting.
Dark Stallion
The black horse of Attila gallops fast
Destroys the golden handle of the civilization
Ancient monuments, Cornea of the nature
Deep sigh and dialogue of the Earth tremble
Men and women live their lives under the shade of war.
The trees, shrubs, Hiroshima vulgar life
Under the prehistoric darkness there are shadows of primeval ghosts
Behind the night the night diminish, diurnal pathos
Hated breath of the Hades flare up; wreckage:
We know not when the death-like havoc will lessen
The dark horse will come to a halt looking at the face of a child
Laughter like the stripes of Giraffe- drum-beat of harsh dispute
The ocean-birds, enlighten citizen and butterfly come floating to the Earth
In the brightened festivity of the forest.
Looking Glass
Darkness, tell me, whose deserted mirror are you
Reflectionless non-blinking resemblance
Deserted mirror, tell me, whose darkness are you
Portrait of unclose, candid soul.
Hazy rays of light burn on the cheek of Time
Darkness, tell me, whose talon of deserted mirror are you
My Earth, whose history of traversing living soul.
My soil, are you awake? Life solitary kindling of intellect.