Show me the faith you hold...
What dreams do you mold...
Seemingly without hate...
No shame dares come near...
Away from the flooding fear...
That in your mind you shall not hear...
Now gather your thoughts...
Grab the solid hand of fate...
Its time to grow, Satelite...
Measure the new horizons...
And reason the ways to follow...
Let loose the ego kept inside...
Get on the highway and get ready...
The trip has just began...
Y en fin,
ReplyDeleteel comienzo,
y en el comienzo,
el fin...
ya nada parece tener valor...
todo es...
todo cambia...
en constante limpieza y creación,
filtrando reflexiones y navegando múltiples ondas de expresión,
construyendo eternas transiciones de este verso,
de este fin,
de este comienzo