Distant coasts of silence begin right outside your door.
You will not fly over there like a bird.
You must stop and look deeper and deeper,
until you are unable to detach your soul from the bottom depth.

No greenery will feast your glances there,
Imprisoned eyes will not come back.
You thought life will conceal you from this other Life
Leaned into depths.

With this trend - you must know that ñ there is no return.
Enshrined in the mysterious beauty of the Eternity!
Being and being. Do not stop flying
shadows, just last
more clearer and simpler.

Song of a Hidden God, 1