New Rome will be destroyed By the attacks of new vandals. God always remains silent.
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
In the end, the world returns to a grain.
Although personal calling I sense, Who am I? even if I am, I don't know.
