I hide

in the silence

of uncertainty of tomorrow,

I am glad,

that today the sky is

above me.

I tell a tale from the clouds,

although I do not know

how it ends.

The wind gives an ending,

until the sky does not open

– I look,

because I see shapes in the sky from down below.

 Beautiful are cloudy travels

and cloudiness of the sky

is beautiful.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Eliza Segiet




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