There are some moments
Affectionate and skinny
Like threads rolled on a spindle
They delicately flip you
They tacitly get you drunk
They fill you with stubbornness and grudge
For everything you ask for
For many things for which you are in pain
For a hapiness' nothing
And you wander like you're crazy
Mirror's self
Victim-victimizer of a bad conjuncture
Enchanted shadows
Inundate yesterday,
(Shadows) which are writing a track behind me
I think they're holding me,
Like old truths,
Captive deeply in a maze
There are some moments
Like small brushstrokes
Of an unfinished painting
Some expensive waters
Of the colours are missing
To give this place's knowledge
For land's gardens
For sunrise's pink
For the wave that is left alone
Stroking with foams
Our bitter longings
And driving away biterness' pain