On this train of life a ray of the sun slips through my fingers, I can feel the heat of it, I can odorize its perfume But I cannot make it my own, for it doesn't belong to me it is here of passage like me…, on this train where Past - Present - Future mix themselves. A Past that stings my heart with memories of so many pierced through… A Present that I feel not lived… yet this ray of sun affirms that the Future will cancel what has been, there will be Hope reviving and from a bramble a rose will be born . Ray of Sun…for an instant sit nearby me in this wagon that passes off… embrace me and whispers to my silences where loneliness rules for so long… Hold me tight up to when dreams won't frighten me anymore… Amanush...
