The corner of the eye now fixes his vision,
Wake up the souls that are fast asleep,
I want to feel when it lands softly,
In front of a fragrant flower.
I want to be recognized next,
In a flash of subtle glances,
I want to start feeling to caress her graceful form,
Resembles a beautiful cello frame.
I want to discover it
While singing winged poems,
I’m aware that if I hesitate or stop for a moment,
Risk falling into deep shadows.
Left behind in this obscure theater,
I will no longer delay my intentions,
I’ll start by opening the curtains,
It’s okay if you won’t regret closing the curtains once again
Opening Stage
