I.
My life was naked
like the grey cliffs,
my life was cold
like the white heights,
but my youth sat with burning cheeks
and cheered: the sun comes!
And the sun came and I lay naked
all day long on the grey cliffs –
a cold breath came from the red sea:
the sun goes down!
II.
Between grey stones
lies your white body mourning
the days that come and go.
The fairytales you heard as a child
cry in your heart.
Silence without echo,
loneliness without mirror,
the air blues through all cracks.