Between Sky and Earth, there is a Hell and Eden
A child's smile or the tear of a man dead on a sunny day
There are angels disgraced for millennia
Infinite green grasses, and the darkest embers from them all
The seven ladies selling Putrida Poma at each corner
And the jasmine smell from the virgins' hair
Jovial unicorns and bleeding deer
Live liveds in a second, and death that is forever
The deaf ones can listen to Imperial Venus' symphony
The ones that can hear get lost in silence
There are those who build houses out of spirit
And there are ice sanctuaries
Golden lions battling barbaric stones
And yet, the worst is that they are aware...
Tomorrow's disillusion got written today at the tea-table
While happiness plays chess on an island
There are fallen stars, yet stars that will be born tomorrow
There are chains in the House of God, and freedom in the House of Ill Fame
There are sons and moons that we don't know about
There's an Eminescu, and then there's Bukovwskyi
Between Sky and Earth, there are trips done back and forth
And as I play with the words today, you might be doing it, tomorrow
There's seen and unseen creation
And there's an Infinite of Infinite
There are people undressed by their own skin
While others regenerate in the ground, without the sin
Such things between Sky and Earth!
But may I say:

"What's true to you, it's true to you".