Like a woman
Night, in soil , gives birth to morning
and everything becomes tolerable again
and becomes life.
What old Arc,
through times', galleries
brings to light,
pairs of breaths.
Feasible, feasible
all become feasible
Feasible , feasible
as in a common spectacle
Feasible ,feasible
like steps in a dance
with open arms
I hold everything in contempt.
Like a woman
Night , in soil, gives birth to morning
and everything becomes tolerable again
and becomes life.
What old Arc,
through times' galleries
brings to light,
pairs of breaths.
Feasible, feasible
All become feasible
and like a burning match,
Earth springs forth in sky,
Feasible , feasible
like steps in a dance
with open arms,
I hold everything in contempt.
And always ,its something I say,
some love that I cry for,
always ruins I grieve for,
with my years,
my bed sheets
like ghosts.
There aren't a lot of things
we can hope for together,
look ! ,look ! high up,
and another century lives on.