Love State The roads... you asked who gave birth to the roads first. You were holding the slope of a life in your hands, A shadow recognizes its owner by its scent, you were holding it. The lilies were soaked outside, It was raining only on the flowers and trees, It was as if death was pressing the shutter of your rain-fed life, You were holding on to their wet dream. *** A fire on the stage, the sun in the windows. Extinct volcanoes erupt in words, The growing beard of a forest is graying, Deep caves are waiting to be born in the tunnel of time, The rustle of silk stretches on the stage, The lights on the stage illuminate the words, The distance in the words hangs on the trigger of the roads. A walking situation for two people in the distance. Color Of The Age Expelled, victims are strangled with an age, The homeless, the oppressed are strangled, The magma of time erupts, his conscience strangles, It is choked with a devour...