Talking of nameless and unhappy death
I resume the pathos of recluse...

Goats and camels
My caravan moves on sand dunes...

Acid filters in the cords
scathing the greens...

Was busy
carving out the white clouds...

It was dull green
under the weather...

A grandson sails through the century
jumps into the chair of grandfather...

How long will it go
this hurricane...

Walking with death
talking poetica...

No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills...

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME...

In the valley of death
one more guest arrives...

You have nibbled and eaten raw
scratching by nails...