Far from the tumult, where the world goes astray, I taste in silence the fragrance of nothingness.

She offers me a throne, without gold, without glory,

Where the soul, finally, reveals itself freely.

When the wind blows softly, she whispers a gentle melody, a secret liberty that

No gaze,

No echo,

Can disturb.

Here, all is calm, all is clear.

Faithful companion, feeding the interior with light,

Thanks to your presence, I have found the soul that passed my way.

In this silence, where everything seems frozen, my heart learns to beat differently, and the echo of my soul resonates in the morning.

Reflection of my happiness, I will not seek you to kill a few hours, but I will seek you to live a few hours.