Walk under the starry night and ask him: What is above you if you do not know it?
Breathe the fresh and humid air of the forest. Who guides your steps towards the unfortunate landing?
Touch their ghost and feel the shivers. Who guides your heart, powerful so silently?
Homing pigeon, do not listen to the message. Do you not know how much it hurts to die in this landscape?
Weapon of two, one-sided dagger. Pick it with your hands and cover the blood with thread.
They say there are two but you only see one. The other for you is made of clothes and rags.
Run, go and tell them before it is too late, that I guide my steps and they guide my heart.