Just waiting, passes the time,
as people passing by,
just walking along the way,
so the wind can blow and say.

Still, always you may feel,
still, always you heal free.

Sense of life, goes on you,
sense, surrounding, flow with you.

Still, nothing to see, nothing to say...

... But, however, always, something.

Say it is coming, flying in the wind,
say it is rolling, following the path,
say it is running, simpathy, grind,
say it is there, blurring a lath.

Say, what is heard,
say, what is said,
say, what is led,
but, what is...?
... Just can't miss.

Dicen que por las noches, cuando miras las estrellas,
si las que te aparecen, no son las que ves mas bellas,
no es solo la luz de sus auras, lo que hay en ellas,
sino que ademas de lo que ves... Son solo centellas.

There is always a way,
always a sight,
always a light.

See it from the distance,
feel it in your heart,
feel it in apart.

Breath it in the silence,
touch it as it goes,
sense it as it is.

There is always a time,
always a rhyme,
always a chime...

Sometimes...

Little Wizard of the forest, show me all your heft,
for the time you will arrive, I will be already left.

Lost in thoughts,
looking the stars,
seduced by the Moon,
feeling the wind,
frost spirit, crystal view.

Mirror in the lake,
sway the scene,
drag the dark,
show the screen,
shine a flake.

Just time will pass soon.
Will night just be spark?

The clouds were rain,
the wind blowed its sound,
the river was a flow,
the flowers bloomed the ground.

Colourful morning at the mountain,
shinning stars just disappeared,
vanished Moon above the horizon,
peeking Sun, golden fountain, sinking feared.

Neverending green hills, I walked,
lofty trees, illusion,  impression,
throught the shadows, in the mist,
throught my visions in a tryst.

Alive in the distant,
dead on my lament,
like a moan, left alone,
felt so tragic, not so magic,
said my head, in a moment,
spelled a crying, a tying.