How many silenced souls disguise themselves from today,
how much the sleeping spirit still longs to be awakened,
What power! What strength! What beauty!
Hidden between eyes blind to see what doesn’t exist,
between looks that forgot to look from the heart,
into mere witnesses to a fictional reality became.
But you feel that struggle in you,
and not in vain do you lie in wait,
impatient and faithful to that spark that comes and sets you off.