On a blue conscience

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.