The wire-ink sky –
Its fire is igniting the moon –
Starts becoming black –
As air lacks air.
Its fondness is the sun –
Its cuddle warms the soul –
Although you suffer
It gives you a place from its heart.
The sky – ghost market…
They sell themselves to others.
With their endless accounts,
A people of the ghost market
The earth – soul market…
They devotes themselves to you,
Gratis and gratis,
A people of the soul market
Unthankful this sky –
Kind mother earth –
The heart has grown up to the world.
--tr Asror Allayaro from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Sun Moon Eclipse -- S. D. Belska