Floating by the savour of sudden streams, in the anguish of discovering in the deepest arcanes, under the ocean, oceans... and far, my image... I live... ...and so I live still more than the mystic poetry. I run free, through virginal ways, transmiting light, collor and perpetual movement. I come to the last ethereal degree, the sublime quintessence of being. I know the "true" love, herald of power, stumbling in the mysteries of balance, from existence to existence. However, I can feel the heavy hands of past beat in my shoulder... I absorb the time of life. I conjugate the "true" verb in infinite.