Amer Jag Biography

Mountain man,
walks trough the paths of solitude
towards the hut of revelation,
mountain man,
...

Miss,
I would rip out of the ground
not one, but thousand
flowers, for your beauty.
...

You who move the wind,
from chests to chests -
You, whose silent looks
blush the dawn's sky
...

See, it's not that I don't admire your beautiful eyes.
Indeed, I do. Often and much more than you think.
It's not that I don't look in the newborn night's sky
as the last one I will ever see.
...

I just need your eyes to drown in,
for me no better ocean is needed,
my dear -
when Sun falls behind your soul,
...