If you decend
You will be burned by the volcano of our chests
Like firewood
Because the ball of truth answers to our commands
Even though we became tired, poor and inactive
Like the spear of God
To break night’s mirror is still our solution
Open both eyes
Look at the top of the sky
Look at the rising gem sky and the golden stars
To enlighten each and every of your dark moments
Since your house is
The bright speech of our hardworking and noisy heart
I swear on the appearance of the seven-throned rainbow
That the colour and visage of time is the beauty of the moon.
1999
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