Tour
Farm without animals. I’m going to the market in search of minced meat. And the road doesn’t end.
Time of history
The red socialist tomato rises at sunset and grandma says that it’s already late and nothing can be hidden from the gray people who enter without knocking. When will the water speak? I don’t know and I run after the sun so I can drown with it in the evening calm in the cut of a deep river. These people will take all the tomatoes for free because they have guns in their mouths and teeth in their hands. My branches touch the hands of the trees and the shore is quiet like the broken bone of time. People with guns carry everything out of the house, including shadows and candles. I’m late home. The village dies out in hunger pangs. On the shore, birds argue about whether they can survive without beaks or wings.
Parrot wars
The parrot’s words were dug up from the ground. I don’t understand why he repeats what people say.