i ask the lips, why are you crying?

‘I lost my colour, i lost my flame, i lost my longing’.

The eye says: ‘I lost the inward tenderness,

fade the light around me’ and the ear,

‘i don’t hear harmonies but lamentations and screams’.

And the heart whispers:

‘Finally the breeze will continiue to lightly caresses the night sky

and the clouds will disolve.

Pain itself will crack the rock and let the soul emerge’.