inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

I carry Tarkovsky's ear in my pocket, still listening to the rain of Stalker, while the rest of his body evaporates in memory like a priest who lost his faith but not his habit. I carry Wong Kar-wai's eyelids in my chest, always late,...

As the heat of the rain pierces the thirstybosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plantsBurned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,Your image, fountain...