Yesterday I was an usual man.
I was walking in the maze.
Eating my nourishment,
Drinking my potion,
Driving quickly.
Suddenly I found the Vineyard.
I began to walk slowly.
Scenting every fact,
Touching the gist,
Beginning to Fly.
I met the Sweetest Thing,
and told me:
You’ll fly touching the Ground like plants on their roots,
looking for the light because there are Love.
I found you, Saint.
They say a secret is something you tell one other person,
so I wished to fly together.
I forgot the bases, and the Light was eclipsed;
Convertion in a new satelite.
My wings were melted.
But, the Redemption exists.