By Walter William Safar
You melt the dreams,
Into the liveliest colors of Life.
All until the iron curtain;
In our souls
Emerged into reality.
In your blessed chest,
I heard the echo of a thousand souls;
Your Clouds intertwine,
They strained in a wonderful,
Awaiting the first lightning;
Your mountains rustle with the breath of Life,
Your winds wave,
With the gigantic wings of life;
Your green valleys,
Open, welcoming, full of flowers,
That eternal, blissful smile of deity,
In that charming gaze,
Of your green valley,
It seemed to me
That they represent your thirst,
And your expectations,
Your longing for the love of men.