Eyes believe nothing but what they see And they see only what they believe they can see Earth seems small To those who watch it from the heights of the sky Time appears real To those who've never lived outside Days are moving while they're sitting still They don't depart the place As the end is a multi-directional destination ...
A Return The autumn's face is falling into my hands The ceremonies of the beginning are piling up in my eyes And my capped-with-joy yearning Hides from the heat of foreignness As if I were a child Made happy by simple things And saddened by the end of the story ... Here I am back to you Received by A sun chewing her delight Thankful domes Laughing words swanking Rejoicing days And a past that came back leaning on its cane After it leaked one day From the holes of memory ... Here I am back to you In my heart glides ancient love Inside me lives The smell of the streets, of bread and of conscience The beauties of silence Are overlooking from the eyes of the journey Cafes' chatter, Footsteps, sins and tales Are loafing around on sidewalks That widen and narrow Madness of curly time is knocking on worn-out doors Eagerness undresses And my tired heart spends the night On the side of the road ... Here I am back to you Befriended by the warmth of longing Alleys' talk accompanies me And tickled by Aroma of basil So, wipe from your eyes my loud silence And write me in ink of amiability Letters Made happy by the Sustainer after sadness And always fed After hunger In order to write their last poem