-1-
My life...
Like a deep wound
Invaded by blood
And within it,
The whispers of tragedy are lost...
My life:
Is it not the echo of misery's lament?
-2-
I fly...
Like a dove's chick
That saw the sky low and soared...
And rejoiced
Until the magic of the sky vanished from its sight.
-3-
I ate bliss...
But when I was full,
I felt almost empty.
I drank happiness one day,
And I felt I had drunk air.
-4-
I drew palaces of hope,
I built domes and fortresses for them,
And I adorned them with emeralds,
With stars,
With the mercurial moon.
But when I awoke,
I was terrified...
When I saw the palaces had vanished
And become dust.
-5-
I was cast out for my poverty,
I was stoned,
I was stabbed repeatedly,
And I did not complain...
But I said in profound silence:
Is this, my God, what Heaven desires?
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