I contemplate these hasty and fearful shadows
running in the rain .
Patient stroller in quiet daily life
what do you dream of ?
Are you nothing more than old musical
that keeps knocking on our soul\'s door ?
Chinese theater or calm morning ?
Silent voices accompanying our passions
in the capricious hand of a time-maker deity ...
What\'s your secret destination
when sleep casts a veil over the life ?
And the kingdom you join ,
freed from the chains of flesh ?
Humble servant that I drag along
in my madness...
Without ever leaning over to look at you...
Maybe are you in need of love ?
I am this dreamer lost in the moon
never talking to his feet ,
you follow me wordlessly in my quest
in the depths of oceans ,
inaccessible peaks
and elusive stars ...
How could I understand ,faithful companion,
the simplicity of your devotion ?