On the path of life
while moving forward, with uncertain eyes,
there must be some sort of belief, a light to lead the way.
Along it’s steps one may stumble into feelings and emotions:
love and ephemeral passions,
smiles and griefs,
promisses, conquests and mistakes.The cold stone tries to tell you secrets.
You can’t quite acknowledge them, but you hear a distant voice,
Figures are born, what is permanent manifests itself
from the work of human hands that sow colors, pierce rocks, upraise monuments.
It is the Soul speaking, reaching from higher ground.
where matter is but light
where guardians watch the entrant,
before the inner voice is finally heard.
As matter is yet light, but it becomes crispier, brighter, stronger;It is then when it is established: the connection above.