I open the window of the room - a cool breeze blows
The stars glittering in the sky the night like an angel's eyes peeking inhabitants of the earth
I sat facing the window
My hands hold a book
I started to open - to read the pages, with all my feelings
Even before I had cleaned out my head - but not for my soul space
Quiet atmosphere that is created, uniting myself in every character in the book
Letting my imagination run wild, up-down, spinning, weaving, twisting awareness, led me into a time tunnel
Suddenly I felt exhausted so deep, at the time I was able to appreciate the stories in the book
My body was shivering - because I've been part of some of the stories there, although only half the time
- All the memories, had actually worn the passage of time, but always live in my soul
I was speechless - this self-condemning ignorance, who always wanted to re-read the old stories of the past, though never able to finish up the last page of the book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem