This is the heart
(From Laetitia)
And in my heart there is
A great red desert
Whipped by the storm
Crinkly desert of vermilion sand
Reflecting various strata of light
The storm at times calms down
Leaving the appearance ®be a castle
With the high ramparts
Up there on the hill
The wooden door opens and lets to see
(A blue disk from which one can fall to the bottom of the horizon)
Above the green water blazes with desire
(At the bottom, the poorly breaking lake has been stagnating for millions of years)
Without relenting a movement that opens and closes
(It's a fantasy Soul, which lives, which shines from the depths of the universe)
We do not tread the earth
From a great field of air
Who flies away Look up
Yes from the tree, the view is beautiful
We were told, instinctively
We know it, we move forward §ons