The hidden ember of ashes is alive
Like the flower
Dazzled
Timidly comes out of the nettle
The horizon unfolds
By opening its roof
The sky gives birth to a sun that shoots
The memory of oblivion
And eyes wide open
Delivered from the night
I know that somewhere
A child sitting
Waiting for the rain
The child dried on the ground of Eritrea
The drawn features
Draw a line
On this arid and wrinkled earth
Which he inherited
By closing his roof
The sky buries a dying sun
But memory survives
And eyes wide open
Prisoners of the night
I am left with the image
Of this bruised body
Who lets out a cry
Hear this cry
Hear this cry
Her bed of dust needs rain
River of stone
Of these lunar eyes
Her dry tears are priceless
Let the rain fall

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