"Let no one ask me to walk that way, who knows the direction and time to reach it,

the tranquility of those who hold the prophesied in hand

that the storm will not shake your palace,

the sweetness of those who have nothing to bargain with,

the cry of those who were born with the blood crackling.

In my life, the compass is not always drawn to the same north ...

Let no one ask me for anything. Anything.

Leave me with my day that is not always day, with my night that is not always night as the soul wants.

I don't know paths by heart ... "