Through nights and days, on track into forever,
With breath of wind and every ray of Sun,
Swift memories persist in sly endeavour
To play with past that cannot be undone.

It’s spark, it’s trust, it glows beyond repair,
Too hopeful in unexpected tides.
What means to last? And is it only fair?
To be so intertwined between the sides…

It’s part of me – that joy and inspiration,
High resonance and energy of Life
Itself, the pulse, the language most native,
Those flowers and sweet fruits that meant to rise

In our lively garden, fit and guarded.  
A shared hope hurts stronger in despair.
In rames of fate, this turn remains unaltered,
And even if we could we should not dare

To change the painting, to overwrite the script…
In game of God, it’s only right to fail.
Beyond the flame, beyond the clash of myths,
A different path is destined to prevail.

April 2026