Christmas
- Somebody is knocking at the door.
How sad.
It is Christmas, and not you.
- I don't know how to add your absence to my life.
I don't know how I subtract myself from it.
I don't know how to divide it in the communicating vessels.
- The time starts at twelve o'clock.
The watchmaker got confused.
Nothing wrong with the watch.
The whole matter is that the hands
remained in place and forgot the world.
by Dunya Mikhail