We cant move our
hands and feet, as if there is
no movement, no air
of the moment, and every moment the repetition of
our thoughts is crumpled,
our bodies are complicated, we have also seen that we have no
horizon and a blur of
breath, my heart is dying from here, little by little
, my heart has taken away from here
, from the silence, from not jumping
day and night in the corner of the cocoon, I have
not passed or reached
here, my heart
has stopped from here, it wants a new world, it wants a fever
and an adventure for life, the
cocoon must be stopped. He tore and struck the waves and the sea, learned the joy of a
butterfly, to touch the soul of tomorrow
, one must leave here, a breath of
love, singing
passed through the sittings and stretched the feathers to the peak of flight!!
O people, where are you going to Hajj, where are you, the beloved is here, come and come a
bouquet of flowers, if you see it in that garden, a gem of a soul, if you are from the sea of God, we
cannot move, our
hands and feet are clutched, as if there is
no movement, no air of
the moment, and every moment the repetition of
our thoughts is crumpled,
our bodies are twisted, we have also seen that we have no
horizon and the
breath is dying, little by little
, my heart is taken away
from here, from the silence, from not jumping
the day. And at night in the corner of the cocoon,
neither passing nor reaching
my heart has taken away from here, it
wants a new world, it
wants a fever and adventure for life, the
cocoon must be torn and poured into the waves, the sea has
learned the joy of butterflies, to touch the soul of tomorrow
, one must leave here, a breath of
love, singing
passed through the sittings and stretched the feathers to the climax of flight!!
