Living on an Inner Temple
If I'm still swimming over blue flames;If I'm still feeling the red desire that,
Will never stop,
To grasp my heart;
How may I not transform,
The wickedness into Purity?
If I'm still having joy,
Among the children of God,
In order to nourish my spirit,
For I'm called to fly,
Through new lands;
How may I not write
A new omen,
On my eyes?
If I've already acquired
A new revelation for the Invisible,
And all that is holy and beautiful within;
How may I not still dance
On old graves and stones?
I only know that,
I will never give up on Eternity,
For I'm not another creature,
Whose is living to die only;
Along many lives,
I have gone by,
To realize that,
It's not a sin to have joy for beauty;
It is a sin to pervert it.
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