Spes III (Paradoxical)

The action of the Chaser
He reached out his hand
To give my closed old eyes
A new end
When the light is dawn
The light is not Moon
But my own
My new end: My think
My mind is a line
Without link
Limping in my faith
That my self is my trait

The voice of the first transcendence
Transcendence: My faith link
Transient is my mind, not my soul
When you see the huge Light
You must fight no more
Transcendence is your truth
Your turn over now is turn out
Like your mind light now

The reply
No! My soul now is turning out
Your demagogy is a line in a cloud
That rains sadness like stiff clout
In the old older

The voice of the unknown transcendence
Se ciò che vuoi è un sorriso
Prendilo, non aspettare
Il mio cuore sta morendo
Sulle rive di un buio mare
Mare d'angoscia e paura, di disperazione
Triste velo nei tuoi occhi
Persi nell'immaginazione
Immagini la vita come un volo
Volo di spendente bellezza
Ora un raggio di luna
Ti carezza dolce le dita
Ignaro che la vita
È fuggita! Fuggita!

The ultimate reply
Your reflections are far from weakening
My reflections
It seems obvious to see
In your mind
Your amazing guiding lie

The contradiction
The sole answer to the Silence
Is to keep silent