One April morning rains heavily outside
my footsteps sound very muffled in the church
while the candles shine among the incense aroma


the silver-blue moon
glows in the quiet waters of Yangtze river
I have a thought for you


A gorgeous girl
Flourishes like a delicate rose
Among the streets of fast walking indifferent people


mystery things along the Inca route
walking down by a path near the river
slippery rocks in the mist
suddenly foam rises like the breath of a giant
and far away thunders roars
the Gods have spoken


These days
The claws of death lives crouched between us
but HOPE finally prevail