You become profound, when you love yourself more,You look at yourself in the broken mirrors.Trying to rebuild a final puzzle,In which the crumbs are feeling flattered.

There are peaceful days,Created precisely for you.Sometimes you stay alone with yourself,Feeling the quietness returning to you.Through his divine waves, calm seems to be,A pure state of euphoria...

The infinite, it's so sweet...Through him, everything goes beyond.We are born from Infinite,And that doesn't make us heroes.

A life without dreams would be far too sad.Dreams are made to become butterflies.A world without dreams is like a land without color,And it would be just a shadow that appears and disappears.

The real within us, is found in nature,Our soul created a painting for us.We have colors and animals...From wilderness, we grew dandelions.