My look is more vivid than all humanity together
liquids are running from my eyes
and as I walk, I cry
and cry and cry.
My look penetrates the earth’s universe –
down on earth
but it’s almost like looking outside our earth
staring at that endless black.
The reason why people look at me is
the way I am looking at things,
my eyes and my gaze.
It is a gaze of war
it is a gaze of passion
it is a gaze of possibilities
it is a gaze of strength
is is a gaze of freedom
it is a gaze of a mouth wide open screaming.
Every time I walk outside the street
nobody can escape that gaze
even though I almost never look at any particular person
but in the contrary…
I am looking at everyone, as if part of a scene.
Even the most stupid person
can be left indifferent to that gaze
gaze of life and death.