The secret garden of a passionate woman
Is filled with intensity and abundance
a string, an ounce, a terrestrial paradise
as the fire burns the heart runs and turns

The waters flows with flaws on the clouds
everything with faults become a marvel
an eternity ruled and touched with sincerity
at times a storm of unsilenced waves

The air roars even louder than a lion
lifting each frequency higher and upwards
as if levitated onwards to the unknown dimension
where dreams of mystery salute and transpire