"Got, Hold, Come off"
In the waft´s colours of the heartfealt wishes
the beaten wind was winning strength
again, long standing
were the bonds stepped in
months was coming
when the bond steppe out
dancing on the wind´s arms
your essence was comforted
in the length coarse of your fragility
and the last smile were my last absorption.
When you were walking at my side
was the last breath, the last relieve
it´s the surrender of the presence
which has to go away
where nothing is retained,
where everything comes and goes like a grain of sand
is allowed to rejoice in the indefinite consistency of sand.