A clearly speaking sun
it's carved on the main stone
Over the arch
Of the door of our old house
Where always it stands open minded...
Sometimes seems to laugh and sometimes just... crying...
Over these only sunny days,
Infinity rays converge back and fro
And still they rejoice themselves
Time revolves around itself with no time
Only my spirit,
I do not know why it has a simple desire
For me, to be embossed under the arch
For the sake of the truth...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem