In Secret We Thirst

Graceful, spiritual,with the gentleness of arabesquesour life is similarto the existence of fairiesthat spin in soft cadencearound  nothingnessto which we sacrificethe here and

Dreams of beauty, youthful joylike a breath in pure harmonywith the depth of your young surfacewhere sparkles the longing for the nightfor blood and

In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needsdance free our livesalways ready for the gameyet,  secretly, we thirst for realityfor the conceiving, for the birthwe are thirst for sorrows and

This is one of the poems by Hermann Hesse that we can find in his last novel The Glass Bead Game.

With that novel he won the Nobel Prize of Literature in 1946.

Mariza