How much sweet the air is or sea green ...
from time to time be I lock myself in my room
maybe I could not pierce my dreams;
my thoughts turn into sepulchre ...
however, creation ... is hanging on my breath
is it because of my age?
no happiness can not compensate the death
nothing can conquer the bitter taste in my heart
my love for you is a vast garden of flowers
and broader than the galaxy in the night
every moment, the hours are catching the restless sea,
every morning, I am sending smiling lights onto the seven hills
so many years with this sweet grace
now with our aging face, should carry on loving with the child who lives in us
by offering the love from the top of the world, in to the minds with the Sile cloth
then the eyes which are gazing mysteriously full of love will see

Finally my sea is green I will be arriving soon.

Gunsel Djemal 3/6/2010 London