Lonely moon steps out of the clouds dim light reflected on the lillow like its hazy image that evokes melacholy fantasy the moon flying far secret light shining in quiet serenity through dark curtains faint rays flowers floating in the residual biting wind the moon slipping away in the bright sky.
If there's a rock facing the sun for me to sit on a warm bright sun that shines upon me a clear stream flowing tinkling in front of me and some free time for me to spend freely i'm a happy man.
The castle in the smoke sneaking like a reptile foraging in the city tirelessly the blue-colored flame awaiting the servants the colors of sounds staining all over shadiness the scarecrow with a hat stumbling through the dark the wand of a magician melts away the ancient bed and the love locked in the sarcophagus.
Did you hear a golden star perish in the forest it's the acacia manumited from the branches did you feel a greenish pressure it's the breeze sliding down from the leaves.
A river flowing mightily it encounters the plains she slows down her pace but this tender land can't keep her and she needs to continue he bumpy journey drifting is her destiny drifting to the other side of the ocean and back again mountains and valleys make things difficult for her she just lifts her head up higher and one day a philosopher sees her lauds her and seems to hear her say drops of water made her what she is today and it is her duty to take them to the sea.