When I think, all the universe start to make sense.
When I speak, the whole world begin to listen.
Universe is so tuned to my tones,
that even the bottom of oceans
hear my heartbeats
and all the time pieces
adapt to my rhythm, to my puse.
Everyone desires exactly what I desire.
Everyone is aflame with the fire that burns in my passion.
The same surge of thirst
that goes through my mouth
dehydrates all the deserts.
I am the rain of all the gardens,
the flood of summer fruits.
Without my attention no flower ever blossoms
Without my watch no trains are in time.
Without my swollen chest,
the craw of my guitar
no serenade is ever sung.
Without my gullet
no bird ever sings.
I have never been only me.
"I" is just a distraction.
I have been everywhere and everyone
at the same time
in
the omnipresence
of timelessness
fragmenting to individuals,
to now.
