I run as a wapiti runs in shadowy wood,
Mad with his own wild aroma.
Tonight is a night of mid-May,
A south wind blows.
I start losing my way and I roam,
I look for what I cannot attain,
I attain what I am not looking for.
My most profound wish
Starts rising and dancing in my soul.
This shining vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly,
It runs off, and I am again lost.
I look for what I cannot attain,
I attain what I am not looking for.
Ilania Cyaalá
Nov.12,2010
Ilania Cyaalá
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