Labyrinth

Just like the breath of the Universe, through the diaphanous ether of a bewitched forest, between the sounds of the perfect cadence of its crystal breeze music… The wholeness, yes... Sweetly breaks, magnanimous, in its soft rapture lap, gently rocking ... Eternal look... Infinite ocean, its sway and hangover… They are moons and suns the free of your chant nature, my snowy lady... Your enduring voice… Already in your transparent veil, yielding, the colours of mystery are translucent... Everything is reveale at the edge of your deep mirror... Perfect... On the keyboard of Lucas' computer, the capital letter actually types waves of water… writing, efected, in sumerian, a language from ancient mesopotamia ... One day he discovered it… The B Means drink and also ox… The C, Barley and also head... The D, domestic and man... The V, woman... Lucas Alonso, in the year 2056 of our era, has learne to dilucidate these languages of the middle east of the year 5000 before Christ, ...He is a translater of the signs of revelation... So, casually... Now you know one of his secrets… And there are many more he dares to tell in Labyrinth… Every tale is like jumping over the stars, the cosmos, and come back to Earth, dissolving in our living carbon, until we fall, made of crazy diamonds of mother Earth, his view of the world is the simplicity of everyday life of leaving open the windows of his house, to see, when his visiting friends from other worlds arrive, who only bring as white joyful gifts... Understanding... He says… He is happy, sure… But he also says that we all are, not knowing… Do you believe him? The words as autumn leaves of a wise tree are the words that make the way towards a deja-vu world… Where we all have been… We all are... From there, the warrior of the rainbow announces how he came to arrive… He awaits… He Knows thats's where we go… And we listen... Writer and Poet Santos Goñi