Towards Eternity

Floating by the savour of sudden streams,

in the anguish of discovering

in the deepest arcanes,

under the ocean, oceans...

and far, my image...

I live...

...and so I live

still more than the mystic poetry.

I run free, through virginal ways,

transmiting light, collor

and perpetual movement.

I come to the last ethereal degree,

the sublime quintessence of being.

I know the "true" love,

herald of power,

stumbling in the mysteries of balance,

from existence to existence.

However, I can feel the heavy hands of past

beat in my shoulder...

I absorb the time of life.

I conjugate the "true" verb in infinite.