Lost from my people, I found solace in the painted canvas of the sky and the infinity of rainbows, and to drive away my loneliness
I played with the madness of my thoughts
and the warmth of my heart.
With much patience I colored the vastness of passing moments with the bloody red of the sunset and I banished boredom by
watching the shapes of clouds
in the sky frozen in the flow of time.
I lived my life with my mind focused on the world passing by, which was sentenced to carry its time on its back but the tears I shed crying for the world's pain did not touch neither the seas, nor the sky, nor the Universe.
Perhaps, somewhere far away, a forgiving God, in a moment of kindness, will listen to the sad music of mankind and decide to erase the pains of this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem