and you hear to me from distant spot, and my voice does not touch to you.
It seems that the eyes had flown to you
and seems that a kiss closed the mouth to you.
As all the things are full of my soul
you emerge from the things, full of the mine soul .
Butterfly of dream, you look yourself like my soul,
and you look yourself like the word sadness.
I like when you shut up and you are like distant.
And you are like complaining, butterfly falling in dream.
And you hear to me from distant spot, and my voice does not reach to you:
leave me that i shut up with your silence .
Leave me that I also speaks to you with your clear silence
like a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, shut up and constellations.
Your silence is of star, so distant and simple.
I like when you shut up because you are like absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
One word so, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, I am happy of that is not certain.
