it's my:

Home is space where you'r naked,
Love-the reason you make it.
Pie will smell if you bake it,
Beauty glows when you wake it...

август 2008

а это- вариант Денни Гриффитса, моего хорошего друга:

it's Danny Griffith's:

I'm never quite sure when I'm home.
It seems I'm always there
wherever I go
but rarely am I naked.

Today I cried for a familiar 
reason and though I knew the shape
of the sadness I didn't know 
the way out. 

You saw it, you witnessed
and told me how, crease
by crease, to unfold myself,
to be naked. To be home.