too many roads things are changing too fast and cowardice is everywhere selfishness is eating up the world

 

who can dream a good road and live to travel on it who can give birth to herself and then be her own mother her own father

 

who can live in the future and live in the present and not go crazy

 

who can live among the spirits and live among the humans without dying

 

who can sleep with their own destiny and still know the happiness of a beautiful thing these are the riddles of the trees

 

when people keep running something keeps chasing them

 

In this life we have seen how sweet sorrow can be sometimes life appears as sad music and we cry to the hidden angels "we did not make this strange bed that we have to sleep on"

 

We have sorrow but sorrow is the sister of hope and the mother of music (water the tree of love)

 

we are the miracles that god made to taste the bitter fruit of time we are precious and one day our sufferings will turn into the wonders of the earth (water the tree of love)

 

I have heard the singing of the dead and they tell me that life is good and that the ocean is full of songs

 

life is good live it gently and with fire and always with hope destiny may be our only friend (water the tree of love)

 

misery once filled me like a deep well after a heavy rain and all over the world thugs with fire in their brains were pounding each other in the weird delirium of history

 

and someone tapped on the door of my spirit

 

I may have found happiness but it is not what I thought it would be