Monday, June 11, 2012
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
I don’t destroy the wonder of the world
and I don’t kill
with reasoning the mysteries I find
along my way
in flowers, on faces, on lips or graves.
The light of inquiries from others
strangles the magic spell of treasures hidden
in the depth of the unknown.
my light adorns the mystery of life –
much like the white moonlight
doesn’t diminish, but trembling,
increases even more the mystery of night,
my light intensifies the subtle horizon
with shivers of a mystic secret.
And all the unknowns
become unknowns even bigger
in my eyes –
because I love the same way
the flowers, faces, lips and graves.