Towards Eternity

Floating by the savour of sudden streams,
in the anguish of discovering
in the deepest arcanes,
under the ocean, oceans…
and far, my image…

I live…
…and so I live
still more than the mystic poetry.

I run free, through virginal ways,
transmiting light, collor
and perpetual movement.
I come to the last ethereal degree,
the sublime quintessence of being.

I know the “true” love,
herald of power,
stumbling in the mysteries of balance,
from existence to existence.

However, I can feel the heavy hands of past
beat in my shoulder…
I absorb the time of life.
I conjugate the “true” verb in infinite.