Gaze

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

far away

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.

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