[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery] ["Jeder,der sich die F?higkeit erh?lt,Sch?nes zu erkennen, wird nie alt werden." - F.Kafka] When the seed of a tree has found it's place And the first frail roots erupting their mother His fate will be sealed,will get a face Accepting one soil and no other The growth of this tree no men won't prevent And the rings around the core'll multiply But deep beneath the shell of this tree No more for relief he shall sigh As vital air filled him and took his breath The tree got marked for life In vain he fought the unavoidable Grant him the wish to survive! Ai! laurie lantar la**i surinen Yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron! Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreva