One day I saw a fear   in the eyes of the clown   dancing in the middle of my dream   selling prescribed grief   the short cut of knife   that forbade to breathe   the caravans of life      The marriage of nothingness   and greyness was joy with short   bursts of laugh dying   on the lips of mourness those   trying not to avoid   the path leading to   the unstoppable will of survive      A god's cold face   stone that marks   miles of our life      Fragile like withered leaves    overgrown with the moss    they are trying to imitate a divine    ship a velvet hulk    that is struggling against the wind    and being torn by desires of astorm    I saw the face of god    so crumpled like a sheet    wich remainds me of the night awake