The Village Of Your Memory

"I am the eternal inhabitant

In the village of your memory.

There, at times,

You become the river,

Making me an ocean.

There, at times, you become the touch-me-not, telling me to give you my touch.

There, at times, you become the moon,

Telling me to give you the spot of my love.

There, at times, you become the body,

Telling me to become your soul,

And at times, becoming the soul, you tell me

To mix with you.

Yes, I am the eternal inhabitant,

I am the eternal spring,

I am the desire,

And I am the work

In the village of your memory."