Why God haven’t you told us,
that we should resemble the eagle
to come a little closer to you.
That we must become swallows,
in order to learn those cryptic sounds.
Become spring, jasmine, learn to talk with colours
Become roots of the trees, to meet the elements of life.
Become plains, mountains, streams,
become light blue wave, salty foam,
become gulls, a marine
to learn in a different way
the value of patience for the longing of a love
Why didn’t you tell us that the white,
Is different than the white.
That the moment can also be a century.
That value has the way and not the end.
That happiness is finally not a moment,
But a journey.
That you can not be discovered, but you only
can be revealed
And you have so many angels, but
never, no one has talked to us.