When God
has time,
He dictates to me
All these…
He’s been looking for
Some Wings –
A son, there,
A mother.
Actually,
He gives birth to a mother
For a rejected son.
He transforms
And the fiber smells of acacia.
Yes, God
He moved away from us
And I hear that
the new rent
is pay by
the Devils.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu