Horizont
Should I talk about
What is written in the evening papers?
Should I repeat the same thing,
If you're tired of hearing about it?
I will be silent
and look at the horizon,
to the point where the land fits in with the sky.
Everything changes
everything flows, but one
always remains the same ...
Talk to me about the red coral,
of white whales and underwater explosions,
of tropical storms, of pagan temples,
of glittering ice, the funny penguins
I'll listen
and look at the horizon,
to the point where the land merges with the sky
Everything appears
to disappear and only one
will remain unchanged ...
On the double airplane
over the Bermuda Triangle,
over the abyss without Borders
you said to me: Do not Look Down ...
I remember
I'll look at the horizon,
to the point where the sea merges with the sky
In the end, I have something
that will remain unchanged ...
