Sano-Balron

Near a tree two theatre masks grow old. They cry and laugh and chat once in a while, as if remembering the times they were used. However I heard they would still lie there, forgotten even if you had given them a choice. "There's more to see in the world", they'd say, "than to work day and night only to build fragile sand castles."

I want to be free from the sea's thin cloak and the breath of the poets - for they do not know how the stars would look upon us if we saw their naked glow in the dry lands above.

the cat dreams of thunder rain starts