Like a shadow the body in an elastic heart.
The horizon of the future in the foundations of the present.
Where the soul dwells the eyes speak.
When the eyes speak, dreams are born of the sun.
The man blows in a hug candles that go out one by one on the shore of calculus.
The marks in the sand of thoughts, in the womb of light.
The caresses of the wave, are the experiences of this search ...
The tear accumulated in knots of soul…
Take a candle and join it with the flame of your spirit, sun.
The bodies are like candles in the middle of the hum of the world.
Light a candle in your decisions,
wherever you are to see the road of joy.
Dressed in variations of wear, we drip next to each other.
The wave arrives like a dance of death and takes us with it to the tango of silence.
Dance within each other, listen to the light of the East.
The deeper the meanings of the thoughts,
so much the heart burns, the sea becomes and as a captain the emotions,
hold the helm of the ship on the voyages of visions.