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Copper night knocks 
On the back of the head, asks: 
"What street is this?"
And this is not a street, 
This is the whole life.
Here at the age 
Of 4 I drank sleeping pills,
At 14 I lost my virginity, 
At 24 I lost my family, 
At 34 my father died (thank God, my father died). 
Now I'm free like the cry of a newborn. 
I'm single, like when I was born. 
A lonely body without everything 
Meaningful, invented, composed. 
The body, by its movement forward, 
Has reached the very beginning. 
Ashes close to dust.
And suddenly the night opens its 
Lunar hood, and now death looks 
At me with its bony eyes.
"Come on, friend," I said to death, 
"I hope you don't turn me into a zombie."
The door of cast iron milk opened. 
And I started drinking. 
My teeth turned black and fell out. 
Birds pecked out my eyes. 
My body fell off me. Copper night, 
Pig-iron milk, golden memory. 
And suddenly: emptiness.