The Tale of Separation (Biildoe)

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(Nada)

I. Would the nights exist without the day?

Life cannot be lived without death.

Everything knows that well.

II. However, it is not true.

The abyss shows to be smaller and smaller,

the more you stare.

III. There is always a star up there.

There is always color in the sky;

there is always sand coming down the hourglass.

IV. Life won't live with life,

it yearns for the rot

– for the mice and ‘myce’.

V. And when everything was only fogged,

something hid within the mist;

something greater, then great

VI. Alora was her name.

Only a white, transparent egg

in the middle of the infinite black.

VII. At some point, Alora woke up.

She rips her skin and opens her eyes;

but to her surprise, the abyss wouldn't end.

VIII. — "What a cold void,

What an unfamiliar void;

Must go, ignoble or not.”

IX. “This is all an unfed steed;

This is all a deep ocean,

But without life, without life!” —

X. And then like a blazing blaze,

And then, like a colossal rushing river:

The universe is born, all life is born!

XI. And from that day on, 

Alora promised, Alora shouted to everyone: 

— "Let all dreams walk the earth!”

XII. “Now dreams live in the worlds,

Now dreams live the worlds;

Time runs, rivers flow!” —

XIII. And this dream was eternal; 

But this dream was temporary; 

Not even a star can withstand all the brightness. 

XIV. Although her joy was overflowing, 

Despite the rigor of the soul, 

Although she poured out her powers:

XV. The egregious of creation is for all,

The martyr of creation is for all.

The beautiful can never be perfect. 

XVI. Alora could not contain it all, 

Life cannot be perfect; 

That way, everything would go back to black. 

XVII. She could not let that happen, 

So there was something, a salvation — 

Just one, no more. 

XVIII. Alora made a sacrifice, 

So that the joy of creation would warm, 

For she was life itself.

XIX. And like a supernova, 

And like an eternal desire, 

Alora closes, in a worthy feeling. 

XX. And now, sound and light dance, 

And now, flora and fauna run; 

And now, mind and body live, 

And now, time and sand love.

XXI. From its finale, dreams march;

From its end, new beginnings emerge.

From this beginning, stories are born;

From this beginning, stories die.