Made Of Stone

And it was at the age...Poetry arrived

In Search of me, I don't know I don't know where

it came from,from winter or a river

I don't know how or when

no,they are not voices,they were not

words,nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned

from the branches at night

abruptly from the others 

among violent fires

or retarning alone,

there I was without a face 

and it touched me

from the movie-「the postman」