Still you wonderof the glowing foetusemerging from theendless fields of groundevery newborn day.Without a pieceof this immortality,you only feel to bea(-)part. Winning alldoes not make youthink, how to carry (on).Still you wander.Do not look for thefountain of youth,just leave the sun(-)set behind.

Everything changes;I sense in the smell ofthe autumn goes by,as a yellow leaf fallsdown in front of mewith thick vaneslike old man 's skin.Warm coloured treesfading in the grayfog of the hills.Mixed feelings, likememory of hot summer,vision of cold winter. 2006. 10. 24.