Below the blur of the light, the clouds grew grey
While my heart stained in grayness.
Then a night came, and it was (all)dark
And my eyes filled with black (liquid).
The day rose again
And my eyes. Filled with light then (by the entrance of the streams of light shone and reflexted the light in their interior like soft prisms)
Then the sky went blue, and my eyes drowned in blueness
And then saw a tree, I felt a tree sprout grow out of my eyelids (and turn my eyelashes into branches)
Then a sunse turned fire, and felt my eyes and the branches burn down.
Before the fall saw the sea (and those branches were dragged by a river), I came closer to the sea
There appeared a mirror, and saw myself in them, an contorted image
In the blur
a house, a field, a destroyed city
But I was wishing for a rainbow.