He doesn’t know what the destination is,
He imagines it, that’s what he can,
The arrow of his penetrating eyesight with its limits,
Is returned back to him from the infinite mists.
One that conveyed a restless day and a sleepless night,
Had all the colors of a rainbow he could sense,
What happened with the arrow in the mist so dense?
It was back as a fluorescent tube of white light,
The returned arrow could only tell someone is there,
With the wounds it went with the promises back here.
A beautiful woman with breasts, one open and one concealed,
You can only imagine the beautiful woman in your dreams,
She didn’t tell for whom is her hidden breast’s streams
From the breast open to me she fed light and I was healed,
One thing I am sure she is the mother who has created,
By the nonbelievers under estimated, by the believers over estimated.
You are free to believe her hidden breast is for you my brother,
But let me hope the reserved stream is for me only,
You shouldn’t worry and fight my dream is for me only,
The journey is nice, like twin brothers let us travel together,
Let us reach our mother we may be fed in turns,
Let us share the umbrella we both are sun burns!