Take me through your mind,
through all the things we need to face,
broken trails hard to find,
full of strangers
following their paths,
protecting their days.

Take me through your land
through the eyes of different people
scattered in the dark,
with no reason for a blame, 
we are here just for a while,
our fears are all the same.

Take me through your beauty
carneval lights falling down
far from the rest, 
heading straight from the skies, 
a quiet helloween guest
in a mask with no disguise.

Take me through your eyes,
black and white indigenous stones,
wrong echoes in the dark,
with a mark on your mark
hidden tattoos on my bones.

Take me through your silence
where lakes of fire are floating high,
for all our names, in the name of science,
childhood whispers never dies,
pointless presence in July.

Take me through your nothingness
cinnamon smell on your chest,
striving for existence,
floating in your liquid state,
so imperfect, innumerate,
waiting for creator to be create.