Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open,
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open,
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
Antonio Machado .....
