Remember me

The seekers, always find what they were looking for, because there is no other mirror…

Your world is only the depth of your soul.

My Shams, wandering at night has already found,

What he was looking for in my garden,

And what he was looking for, found you,

Your Rumi with the dawn.

And even when you are in another country, you and me are together,

We are united in the halls of the mind

Soul and heart and in lucid dreams,

We learn the waltz by ascending to the heavens,

With various keys from other worlds.

Balance.

Out of the blue, you scared me…

It was atmospheric with hail and rain, a gusty wind....

My clear sun breaks through the cloud touching my face,

Warming my trembling lips from the cold.

And there is no umbrella and shelter to hide

From this storm.

My heart beats treacherously faster in fear of the inevitable

Wherever I go, this cloud pursues me, even if I'm blind, I feel the cold of the rain.

Goosebumps run through the cells of my skin, flinching at the thunder, as if I am so defenseless…

But the cloud only gave everything that it could, everything that was, but you did not understand that I did not have

Enough heat to enjoy your cool rain on a hot day, admire the hail and enjoy the storm raging between us.

The borders.

My dream is on another plane, not in this one

My heart is in another country, not in this one, but still, it is closer to the dream

They speak a different language here, but the whole world

Speaks the same language of love.

My thoughts are there, in another country, like the surf of the sea.

I am where my rest is, but my body is here, in the wrong country

And sunrises replace sunsets and countries change,

But they are getting closer and closer to the dream …

Wild.

On the vast expanses, on the tops of mountains,

The horse is black with white wings, with a long mane,

Riding on the plains of freedom.

It flies across the sky and up to the moon,

Knocking down the stars with its hooves,

Unbridled, wild, a child of nature playfully passionately jumps slowing down the time of the gaze.

You are stunned by the attraction either from nature or from her child.

Your eyes are burning, you need her, oh this horse, oh this audaciously developing mane,

Oh this is what you wanted inside yourself, to feel like.

You want to command her,

But you don't need a bridle, nor a saddle.

You are grabbing her by the mane, and then by the neck,

In her ear you whispered about love.

The horse kicked, reared up, screamed,

But you are calm, a smile on your face, you are on a horse,

She in the arms strong enough and the strength is running out to resist these words.

These strong hands…