FOR MY CRITICS

You who read my papers
What kind of critic will you be?
To my works or to myself
Will I be a man of intrigue?
Will my works be applauded?
What have you found out about me?
What meanings will you recognize my work?
Time passes us like a cloud
Changes happen
And soon it's difficult to learn
I'm lying in the bed
Thinking and waiting for the words
Which soon float around my head
What to say or what to write
Living with this kind of life
I urge all to understand this
Variation in all ideologies
Senselessness popping out
Revelation unfold
For me to be eternal
Have you got it?

11 march 2002