I am a poet.
My poems light flashes
in all minds, in all cells.
My eyes are crying.
They can see love in a distance
- They're making love -

My eyes, in a dark of night
to freezing cold,
they didn't give in.
Two-legged being's worlds
are split into two halves.
- My eyes are crying -

I want to know
which part of the world I am from
where I have lived,
what I have seen.

Look into my eyes
you will find the answer.
Black is white,
grey is whiter.

- I want to know -