I close my eyes for a moment and the moment is gone,
i dream, my dream all night and the nights' gone
wake up in the curiosity of the day and the day is gone.
what remains in me, with me are the eyes which watches everything grow up, turn into beauty and fade into ashes and blow with the wind.
yet the eyes eternally gazes, though looks shut to those who watch it all with the open; the ears awaiting a message unknown been carried along the music of the wind,
unaware of the moment approaching, i lead on with eyes shut, toward the destination of light behind the dark, with the ears open towards the rhythm of love behind the silence,
Life to unveils its beauty which a blind does see and the deaf would hear,
'this isn't blue.. this isn't blue'??
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem