I saw the tree at the night

which with his colour was killing the most
sublime feelings in me

and the rain led me by the furthest corridors of
the dreams

to show the pearls of people's minds

to strip the symbols

it was so long ago when the flashes of lighting

were listening to the scrteam of the thunder

staying in an eternal trance I don't cry

looking at I don't understand the fear

I climb the clouds of mysteries

finding the relief, finding the lost feelings

surrounded all around with immensty drops

esteeming over all the taste of life

it's misteries secrets and moments of trances

I am swimming across impossible to preform
confessions

to perish stripped naked among an ugliness of
conscience

finding my shadows which still coincide

in the beginning and the end