As the night wants to give cover
Knowing that the darkness that it spreads
Naturally makes the sky under which somebody walks
Who mistakenly confused the light with colors.
And any way the intentions are weary
Flanking the old enthusiasm like a dance
That by accomplishment pretends to form a foundation
On which it appears correct to build a stairway.
But nothing is so simple
Once inside, only two steps at the entrance of the temple
Forgetting all the stairs leading to the atrium
Nobody remembers the cost to begin the journey.
The pressure does not diminish
Constancy is its essence
And with intelligence can not be endured
But only in confrontation that belittles defiance
In the conviction for which only a thought
Can connect with another creating a new point
In the spiral that some day can be considered a net
Such as the fire was considered as source of heat before.
Different intensities for the same variables
The doubt of one who searches for trust
The defense that always is present
The one who fears to continue being wounded
But on other levels
Spreading over the four planes
The dimension breathed and that not perceived
Does not pertain to tangible surroundings.
The source is always slow in the expression of courage
Because the soul has already attempted to reach the distant brightness
Even so living the reality of something impossible
Measuring existence or scarcity in the amount of perseverance
Necessary not only to give a step forward
But just to sustain the rhythm of the race
When discovering you were following the wrong course
And to accept is not so hard as to correct the path
Because if hurt exists in sin, it can only be amended with forgiveness.