А lamp shines in her dream
and а cat walks on its velvet paws.
And while а forest disputes with а forest in the dark new lakes are born, innocent
She is motionless like а closed book
and only mute pictures move inside her.
At the gate in front of the house there lie а fish, а star, and а tiger, licking the
woman's hanging hand.
Where does the wave take her and who makes her еуеѕ widen, what sight does she
ѕее, what wonder -seventh, eighth?
Who leads her -the fish? То what tide?
Тhе tiger? То what forest? The star? То what universe?