When the sound becomes clear
And all space matches its quality
Imposing an order even for absences
And still echoing the passing clash
As in the clarity attained calm finally comes.
Because I said yes to my heart
When she asked me something that was not love
But the natural passion that faces and conquers
To caress the calm that always flees
Because in its center there is more blood than flame.
However, sadness exists
Because when somebody ends with someone else
It is when the world really starts
Since the closer persons are it is not always so
Even those who were born near your own cradle.
Each one with his own excesses
Where intensity does not exist for not being explained
Where all scarcity has its roots in disbelief
Where you have to enter sometime when it is possible
With a pristine message of the effort made.
Before and without any quick steps not taken any more
Your permit your own advancements or developments of your ideas
Permitting them to fall without much distress
The scale of tired skin that soon during summer
Will look from below, satisfied to see how the new comes to continue the journey.
The owls discover they are not alone
For a friendship started years ago
And today the structure of the walls is closing
Where there is a space for an inviting door
And an immense grave for those who are not welcome.
And then in hours that not always match the clocks
Playing the game with almanacs loosing reliability
With six scorpions, the kiss of an angel, an abbey and a street
They are testing weights and balances to enhance the boat
That does not search or avoids storms during day or night
Even if it does not intend to simply go a little further as passion calls.