when our arms we lift up
and the tall trees touch our heads
then the marvelled hands of Alchemy
shows the petrified face of Eternity

when our arms we lift up
and the high clouds touch our heads
then will the unwary face of madness
show the fleeting smile of happiness

it must be brief and endless
this enduring journey amongst men

| the eternal journey for man |


I reread the texts of a book that I've written and never had freed me. I do not know why always occult this mysterious book whose words I wrote with the anxiety and the outcry of the dither.

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