It would be great to see you in your life as a teacher or guru,
And no one else. You are a great fellow: a bright mind and a figure,
And here I am with a baggage of problems.
You know, such small ones, not serious. For me, grandiose and hasty.
For you, distorted, like a dislocation of my joints in the core of the inside of the rear,
And if you are talking about the body, it’s still hot, it’s not cool, it’s still breathing in it, it seems, is strength.
And so many different thoughts, and so incoherent, and us unspoken.
I do not know how to handle this. And so it was great b
to see not a guru, but a friend next to him at dawn.
how once to chat with each other, to share the innermost poison,
and delve into themselves, as in treasures and treasures.
You always come with a convoy, with your head of thought,
You know how to the bottom. Make me alone
By virtue of thoughts, disassembled into parts,
like you weren’t involved in me, you were not expensive
as if I found such happiness in my passion only
Be yourself and no one else.
