Esta é uma reprise de uma jornada interior poética e espiritual, onde a alma é observada através das “mil janelas”, metáfora para as múltiplas percepções do eu. Cada verso representa um reflexo, um fragmento de consciência em diálogo com o infinito. Entre introspeção e transcendência: o “eu” que escreve é também o “eu” que se lê, dissolvendo a fronteira entre criador e criação. Uma fusão entre matéria e espírito, luz e sombra, corpo e pensamento.
Letra:
From a thousand windows wide,
Through corners where my shadows hide,
I write the words the stars confide,
No fear, no mask, no voice denied.
Ink of silence, thought in flame,
Unwritten dreams that have no name.
Each phrase a pulse, each breath a sign,
A thread of truth, a soul’s design.
My ego bends, a fragile sphere,
My soul reflects what’s hidden here.
Convex mirror, infinite seam,
Half of logic, half of dream.
Sometimes broken, sometimes whole,
Fragments drifting through the soul.
The wind rewrites what time forgets,
A map of thoughts the night begets.
Lost between my paper skies,
Hiding in the ink that never dries.
No pale disguise, no fleeting phase,
I walk within the word’s own maze.
The ritual of passage calls,
Through ancient tongues and sacred halls.
A shadow breathes, a light ascends,
Where every thought begins and ends.
Through windows wide, the world dissolves,
The riddle turns, the soul evolves.
The gaze I know, the flame I feel,
The strength of truth the words reveal.
I write what spirit dares to speak,
With trembling hand and vision meek.
Each line a bridge through endless skies,
Each verse a star that never dies.
My ego bends, the lines collide,
My soul a curve the stars can’t hide.
Through chaos born of ink and flame,
The cosmos whispers back my name.
From a thousand windows still I see,
The soul reflected back at me.
In light and dark, in word and tone,
Infinity writes, through me alone.
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