THE NIGHT OF
If a Creator of lenity exists,
treats kindly a person staring on the dew
and every little and lovely thing that defies the human heart beyond the majesty of our world.
Freedom is always there for our awareness.
And me and you,
We shall see one day; we knew that,
It did not have the sun alone.
And my hands are within me
seeks a deity,
who embrace his creature in the sunrise.
Undoubtedly one day,
You and I,
we shall dig trenches, deep!
to find the light.
Our eyelids will open
and we shall see the light.
the immensity of the world,
regardless of the ever-familiar terrain.
in a wide amount of land
in eternity with the earthy sky.
And in trenches as deep as human beings
with a bowed back,
They gnaw their sides between their teeth.
And, on their board
the end of the world is approaching.
They mourn for you and me.