Around the beautiful, unbreakable stones
Your soul revolves,
Your voice
Is quiet, yet so touching.
You let the others leave their traces,
Keep reading them.
It's a game with numerous puzzles,
If the readers solves them, one by one,
They get closer to themselves.
The light of your country,
Its through approach to material beauty
And life principles
Is mixed up with the everlasting urge
For the truth.
The society is a desrted island
For lonely souls,
But sometimes it is a quiet carnival,
And your women dance with teddybears
In front of frightening times,
In front of disasters.
*The poem is devoted to a famous Japanese writer Kazuo Ishiguro, his complex and persuading artistic worlds.
