Crossing the plain of intention
With the will alone directing
The snowy power goes accomplishing
While reaching its enlighten.
It’s to traverse great and immoral fears
Without giving in to hate, and avoiding to fall
In the resentment asking for importance
As much as the black, satiated eyes
That for seeing, just on time they distinguished
The violence that implies the advancement
And the peace that in each accident
By keeping within, avoids the occurrence
That would take us to another outcome
And not to those the senders chose.