A casket for a soul, body and memory.

A questions, on which is not an answer,an emptiness, which is impossible to fill, a situation, which is impossible to change.

The casket for memory, that we call it, we can not turn away this painful reality, but we can reduce it and it is a proof, that a urn can not keep only an ashs. A ring, glasses, pen, tobacco pipe, letters...

The things, which your loved ones touched for many years, „things“ – the dumb witnesses of an running time , where the indelible memory, which are proof, continue to be, that HE and SHE were here and by unique way, they still are...

We will not be mutually looking for …

… when we will be back there,
where from we came
I will be alone,
Will you be alone …?

… when one time we will be there what I sense
How will be a kiss
Which you give me
Which I give You …?

We will be hear
see
feel
Without the eyes
Ears
Without a body?
Will be I still sheepish?

And how I find you?
Slow of understanding.
When the infinite has not a map …

Help me, I again grope in the dark

Do not be afraid
I think, that I know
Where he is waiting for us
We will not be mutually looking for

You will be with me
And I with you
We will be become only a melody

We will be float as a light
As a dark lie down, in the night
Giggling as a star
When you will not want, to go to sleep again

You will be happy among all
At which time you loved them
You will be swing in the net of tenderness
What you wished it, all the time, when you lived …