Tyranny

 Tyranny makes us defenseless.

قلبي ليس حراً

 قلبي ليس حراً

لأكثر من ستين عاماً

أراكِ مستلقيةً بجانب البحيرة

طلبتِ مني قبلة

أنتِ يا روحي

بعينيكِ الزرقاوين

أصابعكِ الرقيقة تعزف على الناي

يداكِ النحيلتان

وجدتُ نفسي مثقلاً بالتراب

لم يُسمح لي بلمسكِ

لم يكن قلبي حراً منذ ذلك الحين

ولم يتحرر أبداً

The dark secret

 The dark secret opens a door for me every night, in my dreams.

In the Drama of the Soul

 The machine's answers lag behind the nocturnal content, the message from the drama of the soul, where man is not the author of the events, at best playing a minor role.

The zero

 The number zero presents me with a new message day and night.

In the chapel

 A traveler arrives at ten to twelve, before noon, in a small village that reminds him of his former home. He opens the door of a small chapel; no one is outside or inside. He wants to rest on the gallery. He stands in the corner by the stairs. A small man with shaggy hair enters the room. He must be someone important in the village. The traveler greets him. At the same time, other people enter the chapel. Among them is the village headman, who reminds him of a mayor from his own past. The chapel is no longer used for services. The traveler asks the master of ceremonies how he can bring people to a gathering, as he has no money. The village headman speaks and says that there had been a shortage of money before, when the people wanted to hold a festival. He had found a sack containing thousands of banknotes in an old garden shed for the upcoming festival.