01.07.2021
And once this rain will stop , like life
...And once this rain will stop , like life...And the well-trodden area of our souls
with the dips of bends and curvatures
will be returned to the primeval unknown.
the Everlasting River in the darkness drives
the shadows of our forefathers to its borders,
And the clouds are rushing like the animals
Under the invisible palms of the hands wavings,
The rain, blind, inexorable rain,
Feeding the overflowing soil with the water,
Becomes a prophecy, like the trembling of
An artist who gives birth to a new soul.
...And the night takes away our voices...
The cry of memory merges with space,
With silence, with everything that cannot be
overcome by either revolt or persistence.
With your hand at your forehead,
You will lose yourself in a vague numbing,
And fate will run away through your palms,
Like this rain, that has ended in the morning.