اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Floating by the savour of sudden streams,
in the anguish of discovering
in the deepest arcanes,
under the ocean, oceans...
and far, my image...
I live...
...and so I live
still more than the mystic poetry.
I run free, through virginal ways,
transmiting light, collor
and perpetual movement.
I come to the last ethereal degree,
the sublime quintessence of being.
I know the "true" love,
herald of power,
stumbling in the mysteries of balance,
from existence to existence.
However, I can feel the heavy hands of past
beat in my shoulder...
I absorb the time of life.
I conjugate the "true" verb in infinite.
