Eye

I run my hands over faces. I want your face among the human beings. Strange lips come close. I turn back, I take flight in my own frightened darkness. I fall to the ground, I roll in the dirt and dust, I hear the roar of merciless laughter. My hands, thirsty, thirsty for the touch of you, two stubborn pillars, are my support: I have risen again, sobbing, light of my eyes! in search of you, groping over the dark face of the world...