Strontianiferous distance
And the violet delight,
Magic circle of existence,
And the destinies' shipwright.
Pinkish, turquoise, purple, scarlet
Golden, yellow and white.
Where I painted with golden
It's my summit of delight!
And
my hand was leaded by the
Magic distance where I was
Like a mote or a grain
Or like vessel that is drain.
That's like vessels in together
No start and no end
The unlimited perception
The infinity extend.
