I am a naked soul in these verses,
I wander among shadows with scattered steps,
anguished and alone, I give to the winds,
my fragile essence, petals that I am.
Soul that can be a poppy,
red in its passion, like a gentle wave;
a lily at dawn, purity and calm,
a violet that silently extols.
Firm rock, it challenges storms,
or untamed jungle, restless mystery;
like tireless wind goes my soul,
roars in horizons, in deep calm.
On altars I raise my desires,
intangible gods that do not blind me;
free of barriers, without fears, I believe.