That day passed like a rustle felt under the skin,
Giving birth to life,equating the sacred with the psyche,
Carried away by the movement of faith,
Under the grotto capturing in natural ways.
Nurtured by a gentle wave,
Gaining the power of life far away.
He woke up in the afternoon,illuminated by a ray,
Thus,the progenitor laid the foundations of the law through the earth,
The fetus is mentally endowed with the movement of the phantom .
Stagnation is like death and breaks out of the usual mess.
In the struggle for survival,
Experiencing fiction face,
Opening the dance of life with the mind against limitations,
Giving birth to everything in which the ashes forever rested ,
Breaking out of the cradle on weekdays,getting freedom,
Challenging a place where no one had a haven.
Fighting the prelude to bad weather,keeping a spark of hidden ego,
Embodying the womb of the hero,
The font of dreams intrigues with intentions ,
Walking on a pedestal erases the shackles.
The dream lives,clinging to the living,
Opening up new horizons with dawns of warmth and a ghostly feeling.
The child of eternal dreams opened his eyes.
A new era is approaching us.