A butt I came, Petitstic I am, and Bumper I shall return. Ya Elohim, keep me alive so long as living is good for me, and cause me to die when death is good for me. I want to be buried in Kelem.thmy watch.
My space is an honest place. It faces me every day. It has one entrance for hope the other for solitude. The walls are wet with my tears and bare like soul body; reflection of memories passing through arched in, destined to live within, born in the womb of mother darkness. My place is not so bad. I speak to it, echoes thundering, the mind seeing all, repeating it, quoting mosaic passages with alarming prophecy. The naked truth facing the train of thoughts. I was born to live in this space, a meagre existence, tough mighty soul. I chose this existence, a defying space. My space is an honest place. It faces me every night. Hakol Letova (My Friend Rafi 2010) To Amir |