sitting by the candles before the mirror of my inspiration I look at my mirror's picture so who am I if there stays a mind of an inexhaustible mistery with me?
so dance faster with the wind of your shadow so chase faster in the rain of storm feelings drive the chariots of slassy clouds looking for the silver groves
and for me the scream of forgotten rain where only remains to me to go by the thorns by the bridges of the past so I give seven golden fires so I give seven golden keys