My Dear doll

There have always been dolls

as long as there have been people.

In the trash heaps and abandoned temples,

the dolls pile up;

the sea is filling with them.

What causes them?

Or are they gods, causeless,

something to talk to

when you have to talk,

something to throw against the wall?

A doll is a witness

who cannot die...

with a doll you are never alone.

On the long journey under the earth,

in the boat with two prows,

there were always dolls.