Though my tears are too transparent to see,
must you never look for it on my chin?
Must you never feel how the raging wind
change its color and the wild smell, outside
from sunny yellow to a gloomy grey,
from fire to earth when touched by drops of rain?
Have you ever wondered why the clouds cry?
Who fills them to their brims with tears and why?
You must look southward, look towards the sea!
There, in its saline depth you shall find me,
along its length and breadth you can discern
my tears as foamy waves on the run!
Yes, I know my tears were too transparent to see
but had you ever sought them, even in your dreams?
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