Dreams in my head

And my dream will come true one day.

Adorned with the whiteness of the finest jewels and diamonds.

Oh me, you warm me and delight me with the most beautiful feelings.

So that I may travel to a world where I improvise poetry that heals my breath.

And make me, with the passage of time, crave every word that was a diamond.

Oh departure, do not trample our world and trample it, bringing with it tragedies.

For you know that I am like steel, and like it, I have become hard.

I don't care, even if I strike the melodies with my axe.

You will continue to haunt my soul and tamper with my affairs.

Whenever the universe sets, your ghost, my beacon, comes to me.

And I chase shadows in the mountains, they appear as my lights.

Beautiful is the singing of my feelings, and its flames increase my breath.

Oh me, leave the tragedies behind you.

And improvise poetry in my own way. Fate.

If I strike my dreams with my bow,

I will repel you, my senses. Lost.

As if I were poisoned by my own poison.