Inner sanctuary, mind building edifications
Idolatry, to the invisibles
My grandfather told to me about them
But I can't see it
Climbing to the highest hill
Sending prayers to the infinite
For the well-being of the life
Running against the wind
And the time, deceiving the distances
Confusing the lies with the truth
Depression of the soul
Crying without tears
The sounds of my steps torturing me
And the other ones
Waiting the miracles upon the flesh
I should call it to find the language
Between the micro-organisms and my mind
While the most people want to die
To be into the unknown freedom