El viento es arena y silencio

The wind it´s sand and silence. Timid remain of colours that was living in the night projecting, undulating, quiteness that smiles, up to the tree that sings with the moon nearly ilussion in reflecting oceans, days crossing the hall, grey silence of ches game the warriors has crossing its swords, and the sun goes down, and the dark lines of blind force, are coming and all the souls that has not rest and only can fiend me, are coming.The ancient lady, after its banner, it comes right to me. But her eyes, with metal shine, foreknow me,her hands, then, can´t will chain me. The old god don´t  will execute his menace and now, begins to kill him self.  One hundred colours of sand down on my face, the swords ocean, the night, its reflexthe water flowing in enchanted cristal from the firmament, at the same time, I discover the little and beauty  divinite´s feets and the wheels turn around us. And I decipher the magnific ocean depts, placed beyond the lands end. It is marfil, cute, thin, sweet!  Los colores habitaron la noche, salientes y ondulantes: la tranquilidad sonríe elevada hasta la copa del árbol que canta con la luna. Ilusión temprana en océanos reflejantes. Opaco silencio de contiendas de ajedrez, el sol avanza, los 100 colores de la arena, el océano, la noche, su reflejo. El firmamento del que agua brota en encantado cristal y las ruedas que giran alrededor nuestro, descifrando la profundidad del magnifico océano situado mas allá del finís terrae.