a mad river my words are flowing somewhere. Unlike my fingers the river touches
many lands. I am here but you are there. I haven't heard from you since my
mirage rained. Like a mad river your fable is still awake. Forgive my
imagination which gave you its breath! Forgive my temptation which didn't
measure the river's length! If you hear me I am in the hospital's caring hands.
My cotton pillow is an embroidered snowflake. My temptation failed to run after
you as it was lame. My imagination still touches the mirage which rained.
didn't wake up late. We won't skip the dawn kissing a field's jade. Love must
not be afraid of a gloomy shade. How transparent is the love's lace? How pale
is the shade's face? I see you sitting by the fireplace. My eyes are travelling
to find your glance. Gentleman! I think I am a tiny snowflake. Gentleman! You
think I am a shiny lake. The dawn is kissing the geese to wake. The geese are
creating their mystic tale. Your cigar is lit like your fireplace. The dawn is
here to open my gate. Gentleman! How far is your land from my trace? Have you
ever bet on a horse race? Gentleman! The dawn is here with love's face. The
dawn is kissing an unwritten page.
THE SEA AND THE SKY
sea and the sky seem to be in love. The sky may resemble a giant in white. Its
curly hair and a bushy moustache may picture a giant in the sea’s eyes. The sea
is a mirror when the sky is calm. The sky might be chased by the winds being
drunk. The sea might wrinkle its sandy palm. The sea and the sky are indeed in
love. They call each other with cries or smiles.
will take my place not only in your heart but on the Earth as well. I saw the
swans sit on the lake. The lake is still in its place but the swans have gone
way. Another spring will come again. New swans will fly to the lake. The waves
will play with them but they will leave one day. Other swans will take their