Human or God?
Devil or prophet?
Genius of dark predictions
Echo of prophetic dreams.
I would lie my face down the earth
For the hundreds of years,
Shackled by hatred to the heaven
And to myself.
I read on a maps of dreams
The time of wars, disasters.
And I appealed to the crowd
On the dirty squares.
But I was a prophet and a wizard,
And an actor for the people.
I saw the fear in their eyes –
The fear to recover their soul sight.
Heaven and Earth are created not by us.
We can’t change spent lives.
Tomorrow and yesterday are connected by centuries.
It should be as it was predetermined.
I’m alone forever.
Celestial gift is so cruel.
I was no sense to be born
At stormy night.
I would like to know only one thing.
Can the candle light like a sun
Appear in the world
Blinded by the darkness?
Let me be revived not from the fire
Let me be born from the water and the light
To live without pain and curses,
Not knowing about tomorrow.
To live not knowing other worlds.
To live and not to ask them for the answer.
I’m mad, let me go.
Let me, God, to be born again!