When my eyes see that whispering light, the entire hidden thoughts dance with strange shadows. You may ask about that light which penetrates my silence evenly. You may want to see my soul jumping over the grass with these shadows; you may like to know how this whispering light embodies my dreams, my thoughts and my truth? You might not know that you are that whispering light.
I am a farmer from the south where there is no light or moon. My skin is a swimming goose, and my eyes are a dawn’s waiter. But, in a hidden night, where our birds were sleepy and my father jar has immersed in its deep dream, I saw dancing light in our orchard. We have no light but that dancing light has visited us in an absent night.