The night engulfs the city where my love and hope have moved,
I anxiously look at the street behind the window, I invoke the moments
who weaved my furrowed past on my cheek.
Tonight is the first night, in the awaited happenings,
under a veil of mystery,
I will search un vain the day when the light is perfected,
the luck through which the elephant passes through the eye of the needle.
A voice is crying in a huge emptiness
from which the echoe is not responding anymore,
loneliness is stillness, it hurts inside
as a bird hurts its lack of wings,
as a human hurts his lack of heart.
The emptiness gathers inside me as a colored spot,
I protrude barefoot,
nobody wants me, nobody calls me,
I just cling with ropes of life
I hang it from the highest branch of time
and breathe for a while.
You look at the art and burn like a flame
at the foot of the ice mountain
that we will both go beyond
towards the white paradise of light.
We will here encrust our years on a jade tablet
until the star sunset,
a glass cross will watch our past.