SEASON, WHEN I ....

When I arrived at the death

I do not want no tears

I’m tired!

When I arrived at the death

I do not want any sadness

I’m tired!

When I arrived at the death

I do not want to have a laugh

I’m bored!

When I arrived at the death

I do not want any unhappy

I’m saturated!

When I arrived at the death

I do not want to be remembered

All lies!

When I arrived at the death

I do want to be forgotten

All fib !

In a season standing a monument

Then fertile moss life

Through my body

Batu – Malang, Indonesia

January, 22nd. 2002