In his closing eyes black birds are screaming-
His fading breath is on my lips and on my palms-
They touch his face and tremble-
Because we are disappearing-
Into a place where universe explodes-
Into our broken hearts.
In his closing eyes I see one last and little heaven-
In which my face is fading while I am crumbling down-
Like all our frozen tears-
That were once a crashing ocean foam-
I clench my teeth and I spit out a demon:
What kind of beauty-
Is in the end of LOVE?
Who is that GOD that hears?
And does he know HOW to live alone?