PErfection inside the holy diamond

Her eyes look like almond

The wind blows dreams

And nothing is really what it seems

Silence brings peace

And my heart follow s my floating feet

Breathing is the key to the crystal palace

Nirvana everyday depends on pure desires

Inside there is eternal fire

And we can be the deciding mass

Just forget the past

Keeping the glory images

Pages that are still unwritten

Will be fullfilled by gold

Get to the higher song

Playing on the angels radio

Etienne Blanchard