It enlarges my pupils
Rinsed and juicy it enters my soul
And I, God knows why, utter:
Fate.
Oh, mother,
You that patterned your veins
In colourful moments of sorrow and life
And did not forget my caliginous body
Nor my cursed lamb.
As I lie down on the yarn
I feel two celestial rays
Lifting me to the realm
Of eternity and
Infinity.
Nerezi, 1984