Golden flowers sprout in a solitary dance,

Emerge from the deep, break the silence of the bronze and dress it with life...

They pull aside the mantle, they let see the beauty that slept...

The nakedness of the soul in its innermost enigma...

The scholar of time whispers stories that move and cuddle in the glide of each grain...

While the silent witness observes, and in the darkness of his empty sockets, hides the mystery behind life...