To die and to exist again.
To be with you water inside water
Undistinguishable from each other, and to reach orgasm
And to lay in the dark and to hear
The voice above the voice
again at night and to touch the forehead
and then to fall
Not in wars,
not in them will I fall again
But here and now in the land of uniqueness
the land without me, the land without you
The land of gray hills
The land for eternity.
© Copyright: Rafael Manory
