First goodwill

Before the vault of my sorrow I wake up
And with all my fury
I dare my first goodwill.

Before the doors of the autonoumous perception
I grow
As an unwaken spirit
I walk,
For the eyes of my passion have opened big wide.

I ´m not the only one who stands alone,
And I think
That reality is astonished light
And songs show themselves unbalanced
Before the Holy justice
Unshaken before its own still.

However
Everyone run towards the same door in chains
As cats who imprisoned shut an inner pressure.

Even though
I think that happiness is certain
Skillful liquids of a city in melancholies are left apart soon
Heavenly white of laughings we areThat before the sight of God, attend...