Graceful, spiritual, 
with the gentleness of arabesques 
our life is similar 
to the existence of fairies 
that spin in soft cadence 
around nothingness 
to which we sacrifice 
the here and now 

Dreams of beauty, youthful joy 
like a breath in pure harmony 
with the depth of your young surface 
where sparkles the longing for the night 
for blood and barbarity 

In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs 
dance free our lives 
always ready for the game 
yet, secretly, we thirst for reality 
for the conceiving, for the birth 
we are thirst for sorrows and death

Herman Hesse


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