The wind may listen to  my words, praising its breeze, by the seashore. The fire may understand my passion in the snow capped mountains. And the earth may discover how I feel when I walk on her, or the sea, wrap me up and allow me to dilute, to become only one and to discover its secrets. And Nature may listen to me or in justice,  I will listen to my heart and then, the blood will be the river. I will support on this, as if it was the power of life but it is not fire, although it may seem like it. And the lungs will fill with wind and the bones will be columns. And the teeth as metals and the eyes as the doors of the soul, infinite oceans, that hide and keep but they know because they have found out with its presence, what's beyond it all...continued>