( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
I will purge myself
Of the failures of that day
My most beatiful dreams
In spring water my tears
I cleanse it and wash away
The dirt of the so-called reality
The reality of curved mirrors
Because it’s just curved mirrors
Dirty puddles in which the truth
Looks fake and false, very bad
The truth, the only consolation
Only the best friend and lover
Who never will betray or fall
When I hug the truth, contemplating
You turn out to be my salvation
Naked truth, you’re a miracle of beauty
You teach me, show where next to go
You show me to explore a lot paths
Paths near and far, a network to infinity
Difficult , but not tained with falsehood
If you from them don’t deviate, don’t stray
When you’re suffering, desperat or sad
Wipe the dirty windows of your heart
Open the door of your mind, go outside
Even in the worst reality be free in yourself
Discover the beauty of truth and of dreams
It’s greates treasure, your most important right
(July 12, 2026 )
