This loss is well arranged
Figure and content
Our world is hypothec
Where life is seen
And death is a metaphoric


We are pieces of puzzle
That has two sides
Over the earth
A borrowed face
Vanishes like a mask
Under the ground
Seems to be an offensive confession
About a truth
That was never complete.


However the factors are:
Air, is the pant of all creatures,
They share their breaths
Until they disappear.
Fire,
Is a part of hell
Earth,
Is a base of mean source
And its end
Water,
Is the secret of life

This loss is endless.
A possible extension,
In the middle of an impossible space
A twinkling of a star
In the blackness of universe
Questions of children
About existence
Variation of names
And dynasties
Or say in short:
When spirit leaves my body
Where does it go?


Our wars are good reason
To make us move towards mazes.
Our extension of imagination
And the thoughts,
The merging searching
About salvation
From suspicions to certainty
The marsh of unknown
From the secret echo
To the immortal in our depth