THE MOOD OF YOUR EYES – ENGLISH VERSION

Dark, not gloomy
Rather, luminous
Though ripped of hope

Barely suffused lights
Timid
Downcast
Lights that reflect
Or stand still
Almost switched off
Living questions

Jewels
silent or curious
that smile
appear small
these deep recesses
certainly precious
at times immense
right before us
yet so faraway

How often
Have I lost myself
In this diverse space

Intense looks
Strong
Too intrusive;
Simple looks, taken for granted
And hence, all the more incomprehensible
Or hidden
Barely hinted, furtive,
In the slit of a window
As it closes;
Avidly covert, withheld
Between the folds of a veil
That barely conceals;
Looks that defy each other
Steel blades
Razors
skimming
Or opening gashes.

Eyes that watch
That would like to see
Because they know not how to see
What concerns us;
Distracted
Ferocious
Distant as they are
Lost in themselves.

Eyes full of tears
As to wash the soul
Eyes full of dignity
As to contain the contempt
Eyes that implore
Humiliated
Incapable of concealing
Offence and horror

Looks that see
That do understand
That know how to listen
On tiptoe
Full of reserve
Of warmth
That can even
Heal

I have crossed so many eyes
As we all have
And they have watched me
And I also
Threw away my looks
Different
Yet identical, if you see it

For the most part blind looks
That don’t realize
That life and my brother
Beside and near
Are all that I have

This is my tiny Voyage