If I\'m still swimming over blue flames;
If I\'m still feeling such a red desire that,
Will never stop,
To grasp my heart;
How may I not transform,
The wickedness into Purity?
If I\'m still having joy,
Among the children of God,
In order to nourish my spirit,
For I\'m called to fly,
Through new lands;
How may I not write
A new omen,
In the warm air?
If I have already acquired
A new revelation for the Invisible,
And all that is holy and beautiful within;
How may I not dance
On old graves,
As well as,
On ruined churches?
I know,
I will never give up on Eternity,
For I\'m not another creature,
That lives to die alone;
Along many lives,
I have gone on,
To realize that,
It\'s not a sin to have joy for beauty,
But instead,
It is a sin to pervert it.