The silence OF PAIN

In the mountain valleys and more distant

Lies the monastery of a secret order

Where reclusive monks

Lash themselves with sticks and blades


Men are all monks;

Are important but in disuse

Smother own pain

Surrounded by dark shadows

And terrible fears


Behold the man: the dress of its essence

The pains of body and soul

Are your learned rabbis

Teachers feeling more scathing.


When the wintry winds blow from the south

On nights of the soul jet

The muscles and joints of the body react

Faced with the overwhelming share of feelings.



On the night among the most unusual night

The dogs bark melodies of astonishment,

Listen to another song type,

Odorless sniff odors

Howling pains men silent
12 jul 2000