‘Here I can be empty
but I can’t see you empty.
I feel your strains
for you I have rains,
don’t be afraid of my lightning
my thunders
it’s all for others.
My downpours are shy
Look a the sky
no moon no stars
it’s a compete dark
a lonely earth,
you and me,
just ignite a spark
and see my s
on your silvery sand
the flood of love
will make you the source of a river.
Dancing you will move to the sea
whereat you will merge your identity
you will be no more thirsty.
I shall rise then again.
I’ll go back there
where a thirsty lake would be waiting for me.
You call me clouds
In fact I am a cycle of love.’