The sound of crickets buzzing in my ears
Fragile foundations as well as rotting bamboo walls
Now friends with an old frame
Wood is time consuming
Which now depends a million expectations
Now can not afford to be a solid frame
Every corner there is a rice jar whose contents
Only dust thick, making them more akrap with solitude
The loneliness that squeals the heart
And the torture of the mind.
Not felt,
Tears streaming down my cheeks that took me in regret.
Old hut ...
I learned the meaning of life to you
You fight the silence,
You ignore loneliness,
And you, learn to live together in times of grief long.
I hope that I will be able to fight the silence that forces me to always bow to him.