And now is the time, oh lord, to talk! Because our time is running short. The time to send us your translucent angels, as your sun is spitting fire and the clouds lose track and slam against each other. This is the time. To talk... This is the time, to say what you have to say! To tell us about armagedon, and about that garden of yours... To send us the woman, that will kiss us gently on the lips, in the middle of the street. Lord of thunder, and the lightning, of the pouring rain and the all consuming fire. The lord of my life, and also the life of the cat gently meowing underneath my feet. The cat who wants to eat my cigarette, but is afraid of the smoke, rising slowly from the corner of my mouth. The one, who eventually runs away... Based on "Frozen Ocean" by Gabriel Belachsan ( from "Rakavot" by Gabriel Blachsan 1999 ) All rights reserved to Gabriel.