2018.05.15.
The Stairs
You will slowly climb these stairsA pile of sun colored leaves on your skirts
And for a while you will look up the sky, weeping
The waters have gone yellow and your face slowly grows pale
Watch the red sky as the evening falls…
The roses have bent down, bleeding day and night
The nightingales that bleed sit on the branches in flames
Have the waters burnt? Why is marble like bronze?
This is a secret language that fills up the soul
Watch the red sky as the evening falls…
All of my work is dedicated to Ms Z. G., who is the real counterpart of Beatrice Portinari for me.