NETOSEN

Tree bodies are gathering blood, on women's bodies we are drawing grains, women are getting older and in a few winters we will find humid moss on their bodies

The women are staring at the darkness, night will bring them a few planets as gifts that they will be sharing them unfairly and in dreams they will be calling them moons

One of the women looking for light is taking fire to her mouth, and then her words resemble desert and we collect sand from her lips

One of the women looking for coolness is taking in her mouth a stone from the river then her words resemble chill and we collect hoar frost from her lips