My Smile Will Sink Down Into Your Pupils

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

Sometimes when I see someone laugh

I wonder what the reasons are

Satisfied with the act or it's just an act

Are the reasons fair

Had better I care

Reasons, precisions or timeless seasons

Whats, whys, when and hows

Are those the nimble lips

Or they are just curved

Bent somehow

I ask not, dare not to be precise

What if it sets off smile's demise?

Singular Heart Loves and Hates

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself.
I am a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Can this all be translated ?

All of that I see around

So many dreams, hopes

Beauty, art, love and love lost

Right words I can find

Much I can write

But it's all fleeting

And I forget to stop

A word only writes

And life goes on

What does all this mean to me ?

So many shapes and size

I try and fix designs

Should I open my third eye

Roam in the attics of my mind

Soon everything's so vague

To see a pattern

Of a lantern in the dark

Eyes only see

And life goes on 

I love the words and I hate them too

I see it not and I see it too

Same road, but it goes two ways

Singular heart loves and hates.

Exile

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

~Ovid, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters

Where shall I take refuge?

Bereft of all I love

Is it possible

To go some place

Love anew

Is there a common thread

A safe passage to tread

How far can I walk beside walls

Is there an end

Or I just started

A long and a never ending walk

What do I save

Is there anything I can crave

World is in front of me

What’s in the world for me

Everything’s a mess

Shall I take refuge in the mess?