one thousand suns behind a cloud,
one thousand years in a sheet of paper,
one thousand wounds ache in a heart,
one thousand voices cry in the desert.
one hundred waters tumultuously flow,
one hundred sparrows in an insane flight,
one hundred swords with a shiny blade,
one hundred footpaths on the hills of white.
one moment, just to say I love you,
one hand to caress the burning forehead,
one sweet music in the voice, one look,
and all it is done, born out of beauty,
and all dies under the very thin ray…