I approach the castle with my mind
and await the appearance of the princess in the balcony of love,
raised in melancholy, like the sea, in the path of carriages.
I hope for the resolution of the sentimental dilemma,
once and for all...

I search,
in the thicket of the heart,
for young plants with the chance to dive into the light of goodness.
I recognize them by the saw-like shape of their leaves,
so that,
transcending the concrete,
they may cut evil at its root.
I will pay attention to the sawdust,
to ensure it does not settle in the silver sparkle of things,
which I would later have to discard
and cast into the vast realm of nothingness,
due to the rot that yellows them,
inscribed in their molecules like on a blackboard,
which cracks like an old woman's curses among people,
on the street...

The memory of something once written can recreate it
or revive it.
Is it the same with things crumbled by time?

If the notion of nothingness had not invaded spaces,
like clouds do the clear weather,
infinity would have reigned imperially
in the hearts of matter; we would all have become temples,
our molecules sublimated beneath the skin
into diaphanous forms of gods.
We would shed our epidermis
at the bronze signal of the leaves,
which,
falling into our soul,
touch one another,
like postmen handing over correspondence,
only to have it returned to the sender
through another letter,
by the recipient trusting in fulfillment
and the workshop purposes spanning across the ages.

At the edge of life,
workshops have been set up to craft matter
for souls striving toward the higher layers
of the universe,
where the misty soles of angels can be seen.
Being closer to the testimonies of faith,
we will be freed from clay.
Memory will be possible,
able at any time to summon the body back to the kingdom of stars,
through the voice of faith in God.
Feet,
from a compass,
through which sin was remembered,
will become whatever our imagination desires,
wings or song.

A desire, any desire,
like that of swinging in the cradle of the stars,
will be a reason for joy.

Faith transfigures chaff into light,
we will be composed of angels dwelling in our bodies,
as if in counsel...