Vision
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
...
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
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