On the beach

On the beach a butterfly

And the butterfly has two eyes and eyelashes

And the house has two windows and a door

And in the sky are clouds

And from the condensation of clouds

A fog is formed

I walked in it a vagabond

Searching in the corners of reproach

So the clouds rained until they backbite

So there is no return to depression?

Let us hide behind the mirage

Perhaps it will narrate our tragedies like a book

Let us hide the clouds

And hide the facts and the melting mirror

And the secrets that seemed easy to prove

And inspired by depression

A means of attraction?

Like a magnet that frees the tears of birth

And the Lord gives me the reward after that

I can't resist forgetting the mirage

But I forget your existence, O gloom

A bird flew and made my life a torment

And the wings of a crow appeared to me

As a harbinger of bad luck in exile

And exile is a punishment in my soul

And the shadows of my homeland flow

Fading until the thresholds

So when will I have the cunning of wolves

To train my soul to leave?

A homeland whose fangs gnawed its flesh

And fell broken, and flies circled around it

Memories haunt my heart for slander

Embers in my eyes ignited the inflammation

And my tears increased the torment

Ah, the memories of summer and sadness answered?

My years were short

When I practiced the profession of depression

And that was one of the reasons

That made me blame in the field

And on the paths I yearn for the beloved

Who left me disappointed in awe-inspiring longing

Until friends came

And sat me on the thresholds

They treated my pain until I became afraid

Of sorrows, of fangs

My soul was lost in the fog

And I found nothing but a soul that ran to me

When the star fell and turned into a meteor?