Amidst the silence of the gurgling stream,
punctuated by the playful plunges of those little mermaids,
he paints you golden, red and green,
man intervenes in between,
for gains his own,
but at the pain thy known,
the pain of new distances,
the pain of hindrances,
but, above it all the pain of life,
when the difference between bi(mi)rth and death,
ceases to exist,
the pain that thee wants to undergo,
the pain that will silence the silence of the gurgling stream,
and the change the course forever,
to me, thy always reminds of the pebbles, of the splash, of the sound, of the music, of symphony........
