They multiply like roses   
.....................  
      
The steps of departure grow distant
On the winding paths
Towards the last station ..

And still, staying resists alienation
In an unceasing conflict..

On a bleak foggy day,
They carry their offspring

They go far away 
Without farewell  ..

And the door remains open
Wide open
Waiting for the caravans of returnees .

The mountains echoed their voices
With miserable longing

While the wind opened its arms
To shorten the distances of kisses 
Between a lost east 
And a west that dances
 On their pains
And waves to them with bread and freedom  ..

The little ones grew up

And they spread across maps 
And tents
And screens  ..

The drops of pain roll
In the carnival of alienation 
Behind the distant borders

Farther than the echo of a poem 
Written with ink
 Of blood  ..
.
The story continues,

And the cabinets fill
With longing
 And memories,

Souls toast their estrangement

And multiply like roses
That quench the craving of tales

For a homeland that never leaves the imagination of twilight,
Its memory hastens the longing
For evening embraces
In the legend of love,
For offspring filled with nostalgia  ...