Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsseemed as protected by his mother, as she had kept onthe breast.Philosophy doesn’t take care of the tortoise bur hetook the book and read it. I cursed the fate, Poor Dranjabreath! It has suffered a lot under this writing with thisold letter of a bad quality.No one- He said – the letter is old as used so much,time after time!Strange - I said cleaning with my shirt sleeve thesurface – how is it possible that a book like this and thecover of tortoise are togetherHe didn’t speak. I said to myself he doesn’t care ofhumans and I tried to see him. Nobody was at room.After the second discoveryAfter the second discovery I put the cover on thewindow before the people and the sun. I saw somethings I had not seen first, a necklace with little stones,cut with a knife, on the sides in some parts, somewherethick in the part underneath abdomenInside in the deepness I observe some small partsfrom the yellow word caught the surface of papyrus.Inside there was even something else, thick of stories,without an content list. People faces I couldn’t feel,old or young in the long roads from the countries theDranja came up endless. Everything had inside everything– as to be happy to express myself in my own languageafter several years.Deep on the end of the soul there was the frozen moun-255