Never your hands had been empty,
In them the power to transcribe your thoughts
In the left the wisdom...
In the right the reflection
In one
You place the water of the life
In the other
You serve your delight as hidden
Never lost pearls empty your hands...
And if of new feeling the sadness of the emptiness in you
It binds to the thought
It orders to blow the wind
It opens a smile in the face and say :
I am happy!
Because I have you in me
Without having you here...
Cisal