A keresés eredménye

Landscape n. 8

Open up your eyes…
Open up your eyes…
And don't feel anything…
Open up your eyes…
 
Sadness smells like grass,
distance is a mirror.
A comet falls in India,
tattoos on your hands,
like droplets in the shower,
evaporate and vanish.
 
Open up your eyes…
Open up your eyes…
And don't feel anything…
Open up your eyes…
 

The best dog for a name

Look at how roots come to life,
from molecules and stars,
from an insignificant dot.
 
From already-extinguished candles,
from silent silence,
from the tiniest detail.
 
Where is the fire? Where is the light?
On the horizon someone's making smoke signals.
Where is the place that lies so far from tomorrow?
The sound of air will always guide us.
 
Look right before you,
a desire that takes flight
and makes a heart of lead take off.
 
One second to mull over
which socks to picks
or the best dog for a name.
 
Where is the fire? Where is the light?
On the horizon someone's making smoke signals.
Where is the place that lies so far from tomorrow?
The sound of air will always guide us.
And seasons will change,
like I change my pants.
Where is the light? Where is the fire?
 
Look at how roots come to life,
from molecules and stars,
from an insignificant dot.
 
From already-extinguished candles,
from silent silence,
from the tiniest detail.
 
Where is the fire? Where is the light?
On the horizon someone's making smoke signals.
Where is the place that lies so far from tomorrow?
The sound of air will always guide us.
Where is the fire? Where is the light?
On the horizon someone's making smoke signals.
Where is the place that lies so far from tomorrow?