The light of the secret room
On the wet corner path, your walk alone,
Your body like a conch, filled with a soft glow.
On the chest of the gray hard, your gentle expression,
As if in my heart, the assurance spread.
Walk the path slowly, understand the inner tension,
Search for all the languages of life, in silence.
Your silence is the words of my mind,
Hidden love, secret weakness.
You are not just a snail, you are my reflection,
I cover up my suffering, but still I love you.
That soft body, the hard cover,
Just like my secret grammar.
In the cracks of this wall, I am looking for the meaning of life,
As if all my songs, pull me towards your path.
I too am walking on the path, you are also walking beside me,
Love does this, silently approaches.
Whether there is no speed or not, whether there is a Lord or not,
Still you are there, this is all I feel.
In this corner of light and shadow, all the lessons of life,
In walking your path, the initiation of the heart.
Love does not mean just, approaching quickly,
Love means slowly, building a nest in my heart.
In the color of that moist moss, your yellow glow,
Painted in all my dreams, a calm talent.
In every corner of you, the formula of life is written,
In my eyes, you are the light.
I do not know, friend, where this path ends,
Still with you, I swear love.
You bring peace, I forget all the fatigue,
Deep in my heart, I worship you.
The wall of this corner, the witness of our love,
A calm love like yours, of all my well-being.
You remain steadfast, remain by this wall,
Love remains alive, in such a slow form.
Your path, this eternal land,
My poem-tune, only you, only you.
This is how love is composed, the song of the lonely path,
You are my inspiration, you are my soul.
This is how I walk your path, I feel it in my heart,
You are my dream, you are the voice of everything.