He awakes all the night
and sleeps in the day.
Loves the darkness
where he see things better.
Yes, eyes can see only up to the infinity.
but for a strong heart there is no any limitations.
When they were asleep all are alike.
You see the difference
only when they are awake.
Nocturne describes the sick world
and her innermost nakedness.
In the midday how they run eagerly?
Oh! my beloved it's not a colourful dream
not a silken road or a prairie.
The meaningless marathon inside the life it seems
very sad and dreary.
The pragmatic handicaps are imposed to the competition.
for my b'day boy Denis.Joe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem