If my beloved could only hear this song, this aqua, saturnian hum that echos through the wind... The melody of my own soul, thus. You, my friends, shall spread this song, as birds in his terrace, and make him hear, and grasp, why my heart sings so. For him, only for him, for as much as I breathe, every exhalation will be in his favor.

And I shall sing, breathe, and wait, and become air, and life. Because I´m under a black and old magic called love. Why? That doesn´t concerns me anymore. Life walked and overwhelmed me, and I stand, alone, in the dawn.