English Poem

A marble palace, in a dead city. The bluish doves packing On the white sands That used to be water, a long time ago. A pair of eyes, already graying

My beloved ones. They see me, As they would see Stars in the sky: Much needed, but too distant. They are my loved ones; Yes, I have them all. In

Shades of green And the depths of darkness, one and the same. So many shades of green, One darker than the other Until it’s a ‘darkish green’, Something that is

This World, Only hears and looks: Will never understand, What you feel. This world, Only analyses and explains: Will never know, the simplest things. Words break and shatter, cannot endure

All of a sudden A shell of light explodes, so soft so soft. You can rebuild from a center And from around the center, At the breaking point of all

The trees live for the birds. The earth lives for the trees. The mountains live for the earth. The valleys live for the mountains. From mountains flow the rivers. The

In her absence things change. Her love makes these colors bright. In her absence colors fade; the entire landscape looks quite pale, transformed into something I no longer recognize. A

The heart of nature beats in perfect rhythm So perfect that it cannot be more. There is no abrupt beginning or end. Everything comes in, slow and soft. And goes

Same moves, same melodies, Same beats, same gestures; monotony, in various forms. Context disappearing, movements becoming absurd. Meaning disappearing, a circle going round a dark star.

The sky looks so ugly, the light spreading such gloom. A soft light comes Out of the September sky, as if a very bad sign in disguise. The last flicker