Note: This is the translation of my previous post


Like diamonds and a pearl

Flickering stars and the full moon

With no clouds and no wind

Only clement, blanket of silence


He lifted his head

Eyes that looked empty

In front of a dancing bonfire

In a forest, contemplating


On a pine he was leaning

Longing for warmth and gentleness

A small cabin would be alright

Just needed comfort under a roof


People called him an adventurer

Wanderer of snowy mountains and aurora

Storm repellent and nightfall embracer

But he was just a beggar



refraining from pain,

befriending the dark and silence

competing and roaring against the devil

All by himself,

Roaming the edges of his filthy heart

Silently waiting for the dawn


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