They are playing the song
that gave us our off-springs...

Laughing and singing with tears
oh what are these flaming notes...

Daisies with the fragrance of youth
Hardly reach my senses of smell...

On the Road
On the road of lost memories...

After sixty years of missing my home town
I returned there...

I abhor triangles
for in one corner is "I&quot...

I do not know
what someone’s words...

When the countryside is barren
for the days no one knows we lived...

Those old sounds
have already sunk...

To the assertion that the cosmos by design
was made divine...

As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...

During certain moments
I know...