The mountain peak penetrating the sky
A lead sky hidden behind the indigo clouds,
Tapping with its shade the rain shower
Which beats the world of emaciated feelings
Those feelings keeping the encroached souls
In a mesh of life without hope
In a framework of themselves

The sky penetrating the mountain
In its valley's green depth
To the place where
The life's last illusion flows
In the middle of the chasms
Where the running water galvanizes
The gold silence
Weary wandering seemingly to nowhere
Trying to vanquish its metamorphosis
In the time sight
And on the time ear

The echo of its sound penetrating the life
Of a new spring, in its own
When the absence of the old one
Means not forgetfulness
Unlocking the ubiquitous meanders
Making the rain to shine
The cold gray stones
With their arms and their *******
Freaking the pick of their thoughts
Freaking the strength of their iron veins
And their paradoxical conundrum
Like a voice which is still alive
Or like a mysterious touch