I Don'T Know

I don’t know what time I was born years ago, And perhaps I will never acquire the knowledge. I look for an answer among stars - they may know. The stars glitter, but I don’t know their language. Perhaps at dawn I saw this world when it woke up, Maybe the light of the setting sun saw me first. And where was the moon in this part of Europe? I like to imagine this time and be immersed In search of the hour when I gave the first cry. Perhaps my whole life depends just on that moment, I often ask myself, “How it happened and why?” Perhaps it was settled when I was an infant…