I saw the tree at the night which with his colour was killing the most sublime feelings in me and the rain led me by the furthest corridors of the dreams to show the pearls of people's minds to strip the symbols
it was so long ago when the flashes of lighting were listening to the scrteam of the thunder
staying in an eternal trance I don't cry looking at I don't understand the fear I climb the clouds of mysteries finding the relief, finding the lost feelings
surrounded all around with immensty drops esteeming over all the taste of life it's misteries secrets and moments of trances I am swimming across impossible to preform confessions to perish stripped naked among an ugliness of conscience finding my shadows which still coincide in the beginning and the end
