tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677840796511353892.post-43432710206871601482007-07-30T12:33:00.000+03:302007-07-30T12:34:03.760+03:30Sometime,<br />Maybe not from this place,<br />Someone<br />of no defined race,<br />May surely show up.<br />And speak with my mouth,<br />and then<br />Compose a song of faith,<br />That shimmers like dreams<br />In the limpid blue eyes<br />of a smiling child?<br />Someone<br />Who speaks with my mouth<br />of cracked pomegranates,<br />as the green rain<br />Cries with my eyes and<br />rejoices at sunrise?<br />Come what may?<br />Even under the heel of gray steel?<br />Someone with my hands<br />Will offer Bread?Blue Bread<br />And Green Wine?<br />Someone<br />will emit a song of rain<br />from my own chest.<br />Someone, sometime?<br /><br />Varand<br /><em>Translated by Tatul Sonentz</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677840796511353892-4343271020687160148?l=varand.blogspot.com'/></div>ՎԱՐԱՆԴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01475313355119051282noreply@blogger.com0