I like the wind. I like to wander in the forests, because all of us are just strangers & wanderers in this colourful world. I like winter. When it comes I realize that we are here to suffer through winter & to be the conquerors. The wind & the winter are 2 my dearest friends & even if I have not got good friends among people, I am happy to live on this Planet & to know that I am just stranger & wanderer in the Windy Winter.
I like the heat of your body. Strong, cheerful, & revival. I love you. And I love the warm kisses, which you give to your stranger & wanderer.
Who are you? Where are you? In the distant future I’ll realize my aims. It’ll be snowing. I’ll shave my head & my bloody body will fall into this snow, leaving pitiful, shameful trace.
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