On the silence,
My heart is shouting;
Perhaps a new inspiration is,
A new picture,
Of my existence;
I\'m still desiring,
A new sword,
To make my Fate,
But I still need to know when,
Should I throw my golden seeds;
I won\'t create,
Angels of plastic,
Anymore;
The voice that surrounds my body,
Doesn\'t make any difference,
Between Beauty and Spirit;
The blood that makes,
My soul dancing,
Does not create a barrier,
Between the gods and the poets;
Just an illusion can get me,
A unique style,
To waste it,
Among the herd,
But my eyes are still smiling,
For now I know that,
Everyone is able,
To find their way,
And yet to see changes,
Across from them;
So now on,
The wisdom is singing,
Among the flowers.