Look at me wisely
my old friend,
read my lips
my mute friend.
They feel so tall,
but we only know that
we are two dwarves
on ancients’ shoulders,
only two dwarves
on ancients’ shoulders
recognize it,
recognize it!
Atheistic woman,
you will always be
much more faithful
than a men who believes.
Observing you
it’s like an harmony’s lesson,
your face teachs me
without theorems.
Tolls, tolls:
red bluebells
and so strong
castles of cards.
To who is now
a mental prayer,
to who will be
a nude prayer.
Atheistic woman,
you will always be
much more faithful
than a men who believes.
