This is a sad day
here in the world of shades
but even pain has its own beauty
even pain can perform a lovely face...
Blinding stream, double-edged,
in an extra-terrestrial brilliance,
beautiful creation of steel,
grow in my barren womb.
The way into the light
will separate my from my flesh,
myriads in their birth-given red,
forcefully swimming through-out the space...
This space is wide
and the mountain still so high,
fly up my black little eyes,
try to touched the frontiers...
No space too vast, no place too far.
Mournful words in the deaf ears
of the groping sister,
the privilege for the blindest.
This place is cold,
she can feel the wind on the rock...
From high above they came way down
trying to kiss our dead to stone,
black wall, eat up my life
and suffocate...
This is a sad day in the shadowsphere,
two suns are dancing cruelly in the dark
forcefully swimming through-out the space...