You are a red fire lightning
me, a gray cold stone.
Give me a bit of your light
and I’ll be your pebble that you throw into the water.
Give me a bit of your warmth
and I’ll be your searched resting rock.
Give me a bit of your color
and I’ll be your philosopher’s stone.
Give me your life
and I’ll be your tombstone.
But better give me your soul
and I’ll no longer be stone.
5th of July, 1991
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