The Eve II -before dawn
2005.05.26 12:50

When the flowers submerged deep into being which exists in dried up hairs of head brought about the praise of light for us with noisy crowdsTo the houses of daughters who have had various spores on their bodiesFootsteps of young workers who make an offer for help
Several feelings of touch by Gods in heaven that approve such everythingIn short pigs love a treePraise songs for Christmas whips these badlyAnd again the skins of our hands fell into beingI tried to laugh at
With some reason or other it seems to look white for meWomen's bosoms laughing at the lightIn front of me, without time to breatheCats go up
In sequence a car begins to moveWhen the donkies that feed smoke and live in the mist on the road with harsh trees as if they are dried ink in the penBecause that brought the biggest relish for me, in consequence women eat worms in their houses
It's like an odour under the armpitThen the lights in the houses are put offThe reason black colour makes yellow colour be conspicuous isSeems a cobra beside the hedge is licking my handsTrees are green
(To be continued...This is a translation attempt of my past writing, an original text was written in 1980.09.20)