Casida of the Dark Doves

On the branches of a laurel tree
I saw two dark doves.
One was the sun.
the other the moon.
"Little neighbors," I said to them:
"Where is my grave?"
"In my tail," said the sun.
"In my throat," said the moon.
And I who was walking
with the earth around my waist
saw two snow-white eagles
and a naked girl.

Lorca

Suddenly

Walking the rainy street
I remember the night
My mother kissed me
... and cried.

On the road

For twenty seven years
I’ve always sought the Way.
Well, this morning we passed
Like strangers on the road.

—-Kokuin—-

Back to Life

I’ve done it before. Believe me. It is not my first experience. Twice, as I remember, each of which died out desparately and inevitably after two or three disgusting attempts. I thought it could be an opportunity to break out the itching silence inside. But there was nothing to write about. I found myself a stranger here -the virtual world- and felt terribly infertile.
What was wrong with me? The problem was I had no e-contact with my Self. The inner communication was broken down -Goddamn it! And I kept on taking the worst and the most heroic way: commiting e-suicide! Yes, that was what I really did.Now I am back to e-life again.
This time, I am determined to survive and I want you, my friend, to help me. Give me motivations to write and stay alive. I really need it. Don’t leave me alone!