Sometimes so lost and sad and my arms so heavy and weak sometimes in despair, sometimes with joy and hope in my lips half world on my shoulders, and the sense of stronghold in spite of everything that bothers me.

I walk along the walls as they become useless, the walls that surrender us, for I can see through the bricks and I can feel the inmost part inside you, as I gently and  so softly stopped the world around me and every little thing is vanished and, oh, there's a sweet fire burning and spreading my senses in the domains of past and future, the time to be. And we shall be the dream that lives upon reality.