Our Great Land

Your fingers caress the lobes of my ears the melody of your caresses in my ear winds. They are my dream your kisses your laughing gaze and your caresses. It is my dream the warmth of your breaths on my silent body. "Great" concepts have been shattered; the concepts "sacred" and "great" and "bloodthirsty" have been destroyed; and in this event only the caresses of your hands remained the caresses of your lips, your eyes, and you remained unshattered unwithered like the only truth in all dreams, like the night-scented stock in the womb of the night without ending in nothingness: the passionate kisses of your water on my tulip ...