Bright sky- perfect constellation of Orion’s belt.Thousands of souls yet unborn,twinkling in the fairy blue.Jupiter is lost from my point of view,but when seen she shines like a diamond.
Fleas and black waters,Lives in rushes and flashes.Trying to catch up with time.Men go while fish mongers be.
Wet wet, fog in the forecastPigeons on rooftops, maybe dancingWomen and children preparing êwáThe rain sends a shiver to our spine
Alters of endless supplication,The mass of daily burnt candlesChanting endlessly, creating tiesTo safeguard unfenced emotions.
The lest soon becomes the first,to behold the face of you, ungrieved.Our balns burnt while we farmed,soberly we mourned from the roughway to your den labouring for money.ářìğő is a … Continue reading Night