of your look
Iíll erect tents on the other side of
And will fix my eyes on the horizon of your look from the beam of
Your countenance will disappear from the horizons
And I create memories with your disappearance
You fondle your countenance
And Iíll put the hands that fondle on the frames of the picture.
Iíll install the frame on the beam of the tent forever
And will draw its curtains.
I need not the perspective anymore
Now itís time for taking actionÖ