Even if it is open, you cannot enter the soul without asking… Even if you really want to wander in the labyrinths of it… Entering, I will leave shoes and clothes at the threshold. I will warm her with warmth, I will light a spark of hope in her… I walk timidly, stepping as if on coals... I enter it as if into a Temple. Gently touching each of the wounds of the soul, I will heal each of her scars… The soul is alive, even if there are many wounds in it ... I will tenderly and carefully treat it, in unity with mine it will be able to be Reborn… After all, my soul has come to merge with yours...