Since he saw her eyes, he has been sitting with the dreams of the lily and whispering with the love of the moon. There was no
sun, only wandering butterflies and flowers. One day he returned to her eyes, telling her
of a bright face that he cannot forget.
Oh, distant
eyes, send me a boat, and then I will be on the shore, waving my hands to great
love. Come, open the last lily that the sleepy wind has fallen in love with.
There it stands in the midst of a violet
pond, in the midst of a dreamy calm where water brushes the hair of light.
I wish you
could see those eyes, to tell you that the pond is a lush oasis, and that it
contains colorful souls and rainbows. To tell you that there is a lot of love
left by the Babylonians before they traveled towards the sun.
O sparkling eyes, O you who came down to us from the
mountains of light, O you who sit on the hill with captivating hymns: Behold
the tales of mermaids and hair fairies. What an endless charm! Your eyes and
their stories.
