Always keep me inconstant, intelligence, in the rush for liberation of this life all your care in introducing yourself to the world, as if you were the only wonder, today I declared you maelstrom to space
and while I'm waiting for this wind to stop blowing in my hairs and shaping my body, I wonder about the green of trees, the stillness of abysses, the character of men.
You'll burn out (in your exercises), classist, while the colors will keep on shining around you filling my eyes with the same infinite you belong and created.
I remembered you listening to the songs of the tides, that were singing a new form of living, I found you back in the brassware of the mountain, in the compulsiveness of this prayer I only hear "let's get lost!",
by digging deeper and deeper with voice, I forgot where I was and where I started from, I remember, it was here I wanted to be.