Zalele vietii

I see them...


They are about to get married.








They are kids.They are dumb.







All they know is they are innocent, they would never hurt anybody.

I want to go up to them and say: "Stop, don't do it! She's the wrong woman, he's the wrong man.







You are going to do things you cannot imagine you would ever do. You are going to do bad things to children.

You are going to suffer in ways you never heard of. You are going to want to die." I want to go up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it.

But I don't do it. I want to LIVE.

I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at hips like chips of flint, as if to strike sparks from them.

I say: " Do what you are going to do and I will tell about it."