A tinder, a flintFrom the galaxy of starsLights the fire of time,A call to the souls!- A RITUAL!In the morning I translate the nightI adapt the word, the dream,From the bird I take notes, sounds,I begin to build the song…And every day this ritual comes to meCode, prehistoric.The fire in the hearth did not dieThe light did not go out!
Who waters the flowers of my heart / In the eye of the stone?! / I measure the word of time / With a man’s measure... / And I go out to the meeting point / Toward the dusk of the century / To recapture the dawn / That…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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