Why're you looking for me in the white sheets of paper ?
I am simply not there , I'm not there at all
although they are my haven, my port and my savior
because I haveve written there my soul
can't you see their whiteness, incessantly pure
can't you see how much white they are in fact
I have written a lot, but one thing's for sure
white colour's not for me , I can't leave it intact
I don't exist in the dream of the daisies
Nor can I be found in the long path of rainbow
In the sun -I am not , nor in the rain crazy
(I was there a while , But I decided to go)
In the transparent flight of dragon flies,
in a handful of wind - thrown over the chimneys ...
in the dots of the ladybirds and in butterflies
I've lost myself in this world though I'm whimsical
You don't know where I am ...Where're you loooking for me?
But when You find me , please shelter me tender
My hands will remember you ,and will recognize thee*
Though I've long forgotten what name God has sent me ...