Path

once.

I'd arrived at a wandering port,

mysterious way,

where the sound of The Sephirah was singing in unison;

and there, it was an smiling life...

I saw you possessed of joy,

with the wind playing with your hair

and a transparent light

that filled all around and you,

there...

it even continued after a while

the fatigue and boredom made their game;

and I follow you, or was it your warm following me?,

your shades are stalking me now,

a shadow that sometimes is silent,

another sometimes cries,

and it cries out the songs that mesmerized

the eyelids of the Muses,

and there I am,

lashing,

in ecstasy,

sprouting in endless waters

just for the venture of your smile...

and over time,

nothing changes,

nothing...

Do I want to?...

you've drawn my source

and she is not exhausted

not exhausted

not exhausted ...

Lets get off of the time!

what it is and what is lying,

we can disappear into the fire!

Into the fire we will disappear, 

and we will find the source...

we will drive and get consumed

in the scourge of life,

only the necessary... only...

life!