Springlike thoughts

Concrete houses,and flag the poles,

where are the lights of May?

Rain, road dust and the pace

alternating, now is the spring.

Therefore rhinitis, I do not work out,

I am running? I rest only
encircled by the inscription in my brain.

The beach is melting already, I would to God

the sun would shine for a long time.

The philosopher says the word love,

I am no longer able to write about.

All I know is what is the hermit living,

so lonely is my home,

it is quiet cavity.

No longer will a man Star I

shed a single tear.

I better life

without love I see.

Yet I know that I could

if necessary, to love.