In the desert plains, the spirit
on the wings of wind.
It stares above surrounded.
High there, folding again
in a continued gestation to grow,
the first splendours of the star
will be close to me.
See the collors in infinite numbers,
the lights that sparkle the mind’s kaleidoscope.
I am the sun!
Slowly drowned in an enchanted atmosphere
that the sunset borrows to the horizon.
My feelings blow in a flight...
There’ll be things
deeper than time and distance.
I feel the pulse of universe,
dancing by the sound of the music of life.
Forsaken and cheerful.
I’m the genius of happiness,
the wizard of impossible.