In the silence of the morning
When the people sleep
My heart celebrates this
My mind celebrates this...
I listen the voice of the silence
And she tells me transcendental things
Things that only the sensitive man
It is able for.
Then, in front of this beauty
Beauty for my enchanted soul
Beauty for my spirit
Not for my material eyes
I think about the man that don't have
sensibility for this
The hard man
The man that never cries,
And in this smile in my lips
Smile without reason
Smile, perhaps, of crazy
If you saw me at this time...
Oh! Yes, at this time I am the happiest man of the world!
At this time I am one with the eternity
Nothing is important!
Nothing is real!
At this time I am a genius
A giant, a prophet of a new age
Full of the intelligence's light!

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