I was always afraid of it
To wake up in the morning
Tell me in fear
You were just asleep
Spring came and went
I wake up and ask where did spring go?
Nobody answers me
They are silent!
It is raining in the back of my room
I ask, maybe this is spring rain
Nobody answers me
They are silent!
When I open the window
The rain is over
I look in the mirror at my face
My face is slowly getting older
I look out the window at the ground
It is wet and quiet
I get dressed, I come to the alley
From the first pedestrian to run in the rain without an umbrella
I am asking
Didn't you see the passage of spring in this alley?
He is in a hurry, he just says no!
I'm disappointed with the neighbors
I say, is not this oppression?
Didn't you tell me when spring passed through my window?
They are silent
The silence of the neighbors is an insult to me.
A child holds my hand in the rain
It leads to a field full of colorful fountains
The child and I stare at the colorful waters of the fountains
But there is no news of spring
He goes with me, I go to the old quarters
I'm looking for a printing press that had lead letters in my youth
I wanted to write the name of spring in lead letters on the wall in front of my house
There is a large rusty lock on the worn door of the printing house
I'm coming home
I look up the word spring in the dictionary
In the absence of spring, all the words of culture are meaningless and absurd
In the absence of spring, I have not forgotten suffering, fear, dread, doubt, deprivation, terror.
I am looking for comfort
Who should comfort me in the absence of spring?