If I'm still swimming over blue flames;
If I'm still feeling such a red desire that,
Will never stop,
To grasp my heart;

How may I not transform,
The wickedness into Purity?

If I'm still having joy,
Among the children of God,
In order to nourish my spirit,
For I'm called to fly,
Through new lands;

How may I not write
A new omen,
In the warm air?

If I have already acquired
A new revelation for the Invisible,
And all that is holy and beautiful within;

How may I not dance
On old graves,
As well as,
On ruined churches?

I  know,
I will never give up on Eternity,

For I'm not another creature,
That lives to die alone;

Along many lives,
I have gone on ,
To realize that,

It's not a sin to have joy for beauty,
But instead,
It is a sin to pervert it.