The birth of a flower,Lands of birth,It also originates from the river,And light from the darkness of the phenomenon.When are... Read More
The birth of a flower, Lands of birth, It also originates from the river, And light from the darkness of the phenomenon.
When are we born? Infants, swallowing only air, Screaming? Or when we say aloud And as if we were waking up: "My destiny is in my hands." And in it we manifest ourselves, And the star in the worlds is starting to burn...
