2419 I am full of his face

Last night I saw my baby
And today in the morning
I am a dream weaver,
I travel through the ether...
I am like a cloud
Full with dreams.
They were renewed
My wings of glass...

I could
If I decide to do it
To transform the stones into bread
And to walk over the waters
To jump turned and blindly
From the pinnacle of the temple
To expel the demons
Of each inhabitant of Gadara.

Because last night
Last night I drank of his glass
And his glass was of jasper,
Of beryllium,
Of amethyst and of agates.

Now...
In this morning
In opposition
To my painful days
I laugh
With laugh of Mona Lisa,
With laugh of happiness,
I laugh
With laugh of well-being,
Because I am full with his face
Without pair
For the four sides
Of my whole humanity.