my feet are soft as I walk through the clouds of unreality

taking what my sighs and my heart have as an offering

I can be so far that my hands can't touch you

I didn't manage to build what I have been commissioned

I could just forget to lock my thoughts

in a safe thrown into the sea

without saying what I have to say

without going through the meadows like the cold touch of your gaze

without raising my arms to the sky

not counting the four petals of a clover

without dreaming of the delicacy of a perpetual caress

I could make sure my ideals are fulfilled

like the warrior burying his sword to his opponent

and so, living in the song of the birds forever.