Deep down I feel it

That pain sweetened by my mistakes

I did them, but my regret is dead

Yet the emotions won’t listen to me

A girl with a seaweed and flax

To which I dedicated the whole world

Bitten me so long ago

That I don’t remember the seagulls

I listened to them only in my dreams

As long as the feasts of poison scares them away

My path in the river of reality will be the one and only

Which I fare

Time has come to realize my side of the coin

And throw it into the sun, into the staring tourmaline

Of the old days, of the weak and bleak, straw yellow paper

Under the tree I will lie, whispering: “die”

My life

My wife