I'm just a passer-by
the wind is my friend
my comprade, my partner
I dived into the realm of dreams
now all colours seem dull
where is the way, where is the path
to the place
where spirits hopes and fears shape
the lagoon of dreams
I am just a passer-by
soon I'll be leaving again...
Είμαι απλώς περαστικός
ο άνεμος είν' ο φίλος μου
ο σύντροφος και και συνεργάτης
βούτηξα στων ονείρων το βασίλειο
τώρα όλα τα χρώματα φαίνονται θαμπά
πού είναι ο δρόμος, πού είναι το πέρασμα
για εκεί που
πνεύματα, ελπίδες και φόβοι σχηματίζουν
τη λιμνοθάλασσα των ονείρων
είμαι απλώς περαστικός
σύντομα και πάλι θ' αναχωρήσω
I truly love the passerby who has wind as a friend........Spectacular!
Enjoy the beauty o passerby for you are not going to tread this path again. Nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a passerby we learn a lot from the life's journey and your poem takes us through the experience of life. Fantastic poem, my friend.