9th poem (Sonata)

At the begining
of the creation of this world
a Sweet Goddess was blowing
turn it on into a paradise
the everlasting solitude melted away.

Sonata,,
when you think there is nothing greater than your human side

Regret and sadness for your failures
sad stories to tell you in the night
The world is growing around again
when she is blowing something
to remember you don't need to purify

And in the moon
her face called your name
while your dreams
evoked her memory
in the sands of the abbyss
where you don't leave.

Sonata,,
when you think there is nothing greater than your human side.

This world is smiling and the rain is telling how things went well
a precious pearl into your heart, she will be in your mind
and the paradise don't disappear again
even if a storm of ice come back.

Sonata,,
when you think
there is nothing
greater than
your human side.