They Slip As On A Mirror,
The Fingernails Of The Sunlight,
They Always Succeed,
Even Without Much Strive,
To Tear The Blanket Of Their Sister-Clouds.
These Ones Race, Helped By Wind,
Compact In Their Group, And They Fight,
They Fight Against The Rays Of The Sun,
They Want Their Shade To Be Victorious.
Love And Life In The World,
Without The Light Of The Sun,
Is What They Will Never Know,
Are As Other People’s Faces.
Sharp Looks, Impotent Eyes.
And Meanwhile It Rains,
It Rains On Those Invisible Faces.