My Days Overgrown by Joseph Miezan Bognini

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My days overgrown with coffee blossoms,

My childhood has lost its meaning.

The hatred one has eaten

Can never be destroyed.

Misfortune, I am misfortune,

And my shadow has betrayed me;

Suffering, I am suffering,

Inexperienced at the breast of mankind.

I wish you were music

Rocking the thirsty hearts from afar.

You will carry me away one day

Wrapped in white robes

Into another world.

I have become a grain of sand

Drifting along trembling beaches.

You will bring me asylum

That knows the pain of this night.

You changed your face,

I took you by the hand

And we spent happy days.