I will look for you
While God still caresses the monastery` s nape
Like an old rite of making good to your mate,
Each day I hope sometime we may escape…
If prayers have changed good life as more private:
Life as a prey of night still runs in front of the high gate.
With trembling steps and awkward hands of our fate,
After the prey of night rests in the hands of the moon,
I will look for you: before the prayer of the night, soon.
I will open the gate to enter the light
My sacred hope, my love at first sight.
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