porque los sueños son ilusiones
Un águila planea en el firmamento
El águila descubre su silencio
We travel in our interior world meditating
looking for an existential reason...
We are the sad figure of the sad walker
riding by life!
We travel longing for happiness
as the sweet aroma spread by a flower…
We are the figure of the rose and its thorns
harmonizing beauty and love!
We travel as the wind in immensity,
looking for dreams in the stars...
We are the silence in the horizon
contemplating the way of infinity!
We travel as the intense rain
nourishing thoughts in the world...
We are plants with deep charisma
with soft living resonances!