To trees
You disappeared on her way,
You closed the road to her again,
The indifferent guarantor, dufour, even died.
It will still be light, although it doesn't mean anything.
You, slender materials and density,
Trees, come near me when she dives into the water.
The ship of the deceased, his mouth clenched.
Copper coins, because of hunger, because of cold and silence.
Through you, I heard that she wanted to talk to the dog.
Talking to the invisible boatman,
I belong to you, and with her journey,
Through countless nights, despite this river.
Deep thunder rolled over your branches,
It's a festival lit in midsummer.
This means that she shares her wealth with me.
In your harsh reconciliation.
Catch it, or it will escape,
Look, otherwise it will turn black,
Desire, or it will die,
Otherwise, it will talk and cry?
Words are by my side
Seek, or you will be silent,
What kind of light, otherwise
Your deep consciousness is buried,
Waste materials
Above the source and night?
The only witness