Here you will find the Poem In Secret We Thirst of poet Hermann Hesse
Graceful, spiritual, with the gentleness of arabesques our life is similar to the existence of fairies that spin in soft cadence around nothingness to which we sacrifice the here and now Dreams of beauty, youthful joy like a breath in pure harmony with the depth of your young surface where sparkles the longing for the night for blood and barbarity In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs dance free our lives always ready for the game yet, secretly, we thirst for reality for the conceiving, for the birth we are thirst for sorrows and death
