Breathe in, inspire the essence

Shining flicker over you

Moving slowly

Lungs are taking shape like rising blossoms, this is your rebirth

Your path is complete

Fakir of life, you are the master of the breathing

And we are the answer to your thousand questions. «

Is there something more? Something else exist? »

Dazed, detached, bewildered vision

« I feel the eyes paralyzed!

I feel the lungs! They're taking shape!

Abstract is the way to spread my form

Is there something more? Is there something different from what I've learned? Death is the rebirth. »

Take my failures, please forgive me

Forgive the ashes of my past

And take my presence as the answer

This life, in every single moment

It gives a principle

Every single second, we're

Asking ourselves « Who Am I? »

But we're not the one who asks

We spent our days on written

Arrangements of generating flutes

Stripping king's cuffs embroidery

Connecting the semiotics that lays

Between the A and the Ω

Be able to die. Be the sum of all the senses

Now you have just passed the edge

Where there's no place to go

Nothing to ask, nothing to believe

Nothing to hope, nothing to be

Afraid of, nothing to fear

We used to climb high

On the knowledge mountain

Deeply rooted is the tree

As you failed, you can rise again

So take this emptiness for yourself