A House

Every moment

I make myself a house from the sky

And I build a house

Over the stars’ boundary,

Out of the seashells

And stellar stones

And with a kiss of stars

I put out the fire, with the sea

A travelling being

With foamy white

And blue studs

On the endless sea,

Dreaming, faith, love

Multitudes and other stars

Coming from the hearts of our mind.

Each moment,

As you heat me, it hurts

And I would have been long ago dead

On the humiliation path

If not for my house

Over the stars’ boundary

Where I can see pigmies

Of social life,

Having huge bungalows

At the mountains and the seaside,

Over the far-flung realms

Blissful women

Men with earrings

Loving each other like brothers

Without being their greatest sin

But they weave the country’s shroud

Oh, God, merciless

And then, a tiny stone

Coming from the stellar stones

Takes them into the black chasm

Where each has his place

And a plebeian curse

Will follow their way.