Where is the friend"​​s house?"​​ It was dawn"

when the rider asked

.The sky paused

The passerby bestowed the ray of light between his lips

.onto the darkness of sands

:And pointing his finger to a poplar tree,he said

Not far from the tree"

There is an alley greener than the slumber of God

.Where love is as blue as the Feathers of Honesty

Walk to the end of alley emerging

.from beyond Maturty

.Take a turn towards the Flower of Solitude

.Two steps to the flower

.Stay at the foot of eternal jet of the earth"s​​ myths

.Then a transparent fear will encompass you

:In the flowing intimacy of space , you will hear a rustle

You will behold a child

.On a tall plane tree picking a young bird

.from the Nest of Light

Ask him

".Where​​ the friend"​​s house is