tired
And my letters are parked in the darkness of the night
Things multiply
Pain and tears and the night of separation
Longing does not dim its light when crossing the clouds
Despite my suffering, my head is almost in pieces
And my hands shivered
Now write
My eyes are hanging on the same light and rain clouds through the windows
I would like to stand and raise my hands in prayer on the answered day
Wash away my sins that I did not commit
And forgive my killer
Now I feel the angels surround me and wash me with their holy river
And take me to where the shadow of the alphabet
And whenever the valleys bring me back to my exile and my wet cave
The sun dangles its strings
And where the birth of the twins pull me
Now I stand between them
They water me from the same cup filled with their breath
They wrestle in myself, and there is no victory here
Look for the healing flower among the rocks
I sip from it and water my companions with hope and pain
The lilac and the birch let me down, and the jasmine missed
And the ways I searched are tortuous
It took me back to the slopes and the frontiers of the beginning
Crying mixed up my perceptions
Between absence, burning and delirium
I no longer know my suffering
My branches bare in the second fall of the earth's life
And winter distributes the remnants of its coats frost and zamhrir
And the slanderers and their demons stone my shadow
But my pores flow with tenderness that prevents me from becoming ashes
It's raining, madam
Lightning and thunder dance in ecstasy and praise
My hands are ashamed of praying over the whiteness of the paper
And the night, its black velvety simplicity, opens up my wound
He throws me into the unknown, and his sins multiply
Its consequences alternate with me
There is no warmth in its sun, nor darkness in its winter, and March blooms
I put my pen on the altar of love, vow and sacrifice
I breathe through the wound and my call in the vastness of the range
Leave the pain to me
And my prayers, I hope you don't know my pain
