I woke up at the magic hour of the 25th of December,
There was a subtle beauty in the light and I was the floating amber.
In the golden ceremony I was just a pure vibrating member,
And the calmed seas overflowed my windows with peaceful numbers.
That morning told me a new true about perfection,
And all those magician birds were the chorus creator of that dimension.
And then I felt your body,
And I couldn’t even speak:
I was at the peak, at the very border, at the waterfall of my weakness transition with a video recorder.
And I smiled.
I am a fragile and complex sphere,
With Air, Fire, Earth and Water inside my hemispheres.
I have been waiting for you so long,
Take my fruit and you will become a song.
What an enchanted dawn,
What a balanced morning,
I shoot you with my true hoping not to cease until my Diaspora.