Now,
My Wish is,
To become the Wind,
For
On this flesh of mine,
A shadow dancer arises,
To be such a purge
For my eyes;
I only feel Thirst
For the Purest and the Naked,
For my body doesn\'t
Reclaim
The wisdom
Of any religion;
A Maid aspires to be a Kore;
A Kore aspires to be a Mother;
A Mother aspires to be the World;
Even the slightest tardiness
Demands
To be taken care of,
As well as a single coin
Craves
To be deep-felt within;
There isn\'t any materialistic meaning,
Except the one that
Everyone puts on,
For the Circle turns around,
To let the Sun arise,
In order to make any Conscience
Wake up.