Eyes Your eternal eyes,young woman, two long nights in the desert of sea; two dark scared fairy

tales that have a hint of doubt in the branches of pines. Two silent ships with black flags two women in black,quiet on their prayers. two midnight rivers through sharp landscape two messengers of pain that hunt by night. Eyes of my woman,dark triumph of body that were drunk with eternal sadness found their space in her purity and their heavenly kingdom in her sin. From tears shed in huge vigil those endless eyes shine just for that with distant and strange shine of anxiety like some eyes that have seen God himself. On their endless net,they keep all dark ectasies of dreams they have, Unclearly seen eyes,on wich bottom lies dark and big weakness of despair.