AIl night I struggle to sleep
I wanted to pray
but my eyes were stuck in
the pillow
I've lighted a match
shadows were dancing on the wall
I felt myselt trapped in a gratto
in which the waters get through
the mountain and then
I thought I was dreaming

I saw you early in the morning
remorse with sadness, sitting
on the lake's bank
your hand has pulled over the shore,
it was glittering
and the night has become white

the cane has shoved aside
like an eyelid
out of a wet opened eye
then Your light has trickleg
as a white tear
the silence has become white

you could hear passing
a man through his soul ...