The rain of Eastern winds

Are your eyes blue, as blue as my thoughts?

As blue as my blue wings are?

Are these sea waves blue, as blue as the skies above us,

me, you and her?

Eastern winds blows over these rocks

and rise to play around through my hair.

Restless, immortal, Eastern winds

rise to kiss with cold rain these skins,

our beautiful white cages of our beautiful blue souls

and our beautiful black sins.