If the sky could open itself for me just for a while
And the veil of mysteries of my existence
Could be rotten before my meaningless presence


And if my ears catch the sounds
That come from stars and my eyes contemplate the beauty
Of the small one inside the infinity

If my thoughts were silent just for a while
In order to hear the silence's voice
And my essence absorbed itself in her real nature


If I could go through the sun
Which always gave light to my inner universe
And was conscious of the greatness of being small


Always ...


... and the igneous rose of my heart
could state the being's majesty


Always ...