I\'ve come to unveil my skin,
In which my blood hungers,
Its flesh\'s smile still;
Along the wind and the water,
There isn\'t any tree that cries,
For any dying root,
Nor is there any leaf that mourns,
For any dried land;
Far beyond the horizon,
There is a golden breeze,
That divides the reality,
And the sadness,
For a true Awakening resides,
On reflecting our own image,
And believe,
That nothing is trivial,
But rather, persistent,
On our Awareness;
Once the Sun shines down,
On multicolor steps,
And the Moon embraces,
Her loving sons,
I shall find you,
For nothing is hidden,
Across the black woods.