In the horizon by the fall of the dark Even today appears silver and glossy like my jewel In the darkness a cold diamond The touch of dreams A ceramic flute sounds in your picture Why the sun also doesnt shine on the reverse side of the moon? I ask myself when your light divides my room into shadows Lots of clouds in a face of white dust Imprints of stellar heaven messengers created your face Lots of oldmen know your outlines surely by heart When they cant sleep in the dark nights And Ill also grow old and my hair will become a silver shine As grey as yours And like all of us Ill forget the stupid dreams which oppress me And Ill again silently whisper to the darkness What are you hiding, why cant I know your reverse face?
reverse, also, oldmen, lot, silver