A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.
Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare
His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay.

But his spirit continues to pulse inside me.
He said: “sometimes you need to risk, to do something else,
Ought to forgo guarantees, ‘cause they are also compulsions”.

His words are my oracle, also after a long time.
I told my story to him
And his eyes turned into a loving smile.

There is silence now
The beasts have arrived
And their fangs have caught them all,
But me.

The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny
The spirit of the right conscience will pulse
Inside me forever and ever and ever.
A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.