You know yourself are bound in immortality;
My lord, my master of the worlds
Incandescent stars of space
In your grip?
Or a fate who is reluctant to care
On the wounds and likaliku the way of man
I imagine the sun disappear instantly
When the song is sung the obedient angel angels
lifting a thousand lives every day
It was like a dry deodorant that fell in the wind blow
Not a hurricane but enough to raise grass in the savanna
that is love; intangible in words; immovable in motion; sometimes he cares, sometimes not; feels so far away, but also so close .
