Now I see:
we didn’t come here content like grass
that grows to be stepped on through chirping dawns.
We are the stars
that plunge madly into the darkness
and don’t mind getting burnt for the sake of one flash
We have hands
as drunk swallows
to hug the blue and fade as we fly.
And we are present because of the sky that has to grow
in flowerpots of some eyes in the world.
We have, long ago, gotten fed up with the tough as well as with tender,
Now everyone is reaching with their paws and searching for new miracles.
But it’s all funny,
and it’s all inevitable,
these good truths as well as these good lies.
I say, and everyone knows how to dream,
and everyone knows how to curse and to plow the distances with their head.
And there’s equal quantity of stones and branches within us.
And there’s equal quantity of dirt and blueness inside us.
And we’re aware that we’re beautiful as much as we are ugly,
we’ve reached the place where we crawl
and we’ve reached the place where we fly.
And we know what we’ve offered,
and we know what we owe,
and what we wanted yesterday
and what we will want tomorrow.
We were burning,
but we haven’t become the gray ash
that makes the wheat and blooming shores sprout.
We’ve always been alive,
from all the other living beings in this silly world.