When 
       I
read
     "The Rockefellers"
by
    Roberts
Blossom
     I
thought
   that I
do not
  understand a lot
of what
  I'd love to
understand
   and
the End
   is looming...




I
   have not
received 
       a lot
of what
   I wanted
to receive
   and
on the eve
   of Easter
I can only whisper:
   "God!"



I
   will not
remember
  you,
myself,
  my mother
in other
  lives...


Time
   like
a piece of
   amber
will make us
   bugs
in the transparent
  Paradise.



March 16, 1989