The smarter ones have already noticed
From time immemorial ...
The cruelty of our reality:
Also are generators of misery ...
Abysses of alienation ...

When we are not victims
We magnify the glory of a likeable mind ...

If humiliation strikes us
We don't know that exist
In same time
Magnificent moments of existence
Or the privilege of the power of loneliness ...

It's like feeling a warm wellspring
Like a one wave which it rises
and then with fierce force breaks himself
in the dazzlingly lavish color of desire...

That's way how it comes to you
to move around a boulderstone ...
To squeeze a drop of joy
guarded by cold weakness
unkind ugly spies
and hot passion ...

A drop that resists the hopelessness
Of nostalgia for too long ...

It is that song of serenity
Silence that inspires us
That lifts us up
Than carries us over and over
and refines our way ...