maybe I will be inside another circle

but even that comforts me when passing the line

that takes me away from the stillness

after breathing the same cold air

hearing the dark storms of blessings

disguised

at last, my steps are taken in a straight line

turning the pages stained with dust and oblivion

finally closing my eyes

I see hope

I could walk the wrong way

by the one who shouldn't

raising my hands, I keep

because my heart is full of illusion

again

maybe what I’ll find is not so great

my feet don't want to stop

they continue

they maintenance the rhythm of my soul

that for the first time has a voice

for the first time, it's.