In the wide of the dream, you ride a foolish horse, you are looking for a path in absolute darkness, you are devoted to the dream, you are all good, what is the way, with this wooden horse, with you, with your
thoughts, with every love and with fear, you are on your way to conquer the heart of the previous moon, a spell in your noble hands, you have a picture of the previous moon , you show the world to find its place,
the previous moon in the story of the waking thought, you are sleeping, the sun is the seven heavens. There is no picture of the sun in the water, get up from the dream, get up, let go of your wooden horse, let go of your wooden horse, the previous moon belongs to the story, man, call me
if I am far from the legend, if I am not the previous moon, if I am not a stranger to the earth, if I am not heavenly, for sleep, your fatigue is like a delicate story, I am honest with you, I am a believer like your heart.
