The gate is shut, I feel the breath of eternity, Everything is quite simple, I’m walking on the stars. I’m led by angels with burnt wings, They are singing of troubles to come, Their faces are twisted with pain. Who said that saints were happy? I’m filling with cold, Scraps of phrases, fragments of feelings Are left behind. There is no place for them in me. I’m soft pliable wax, They will mould a new sun in me. Hello, Universe!