The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I see you after a long time,
And you shy away into the peach trees.
There's fire in my veins
And fireworks in my heart;
My eyes glowing like a giggling infant's.
There's the same in you,
And you're too embarrassed to look at me
Because you know I'll see it.
A stoke takes off lush fields,
A drop rolls down the leaf,
The streams giggle
And stones shout;
For you have come
After so long.
And I know
You have come
To meet me.
The violins play,
the ballet girls dance,
And the flowers bloom on old graves.
Come out
And let our eyes read each other,
Let our hands touch each other,
Let our lips feel each other’s.
Let there be light
And fire
And birds with burned wings
Flying towards bright clouds.
Let there be
A touch,
A cat,
A warm blanket.
Let there be a spark in your eyes
When we meet.
Let there be love.
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