Jiri Son Bali

I admire beauty, but quietly:
The scream doesn't impress Eternity.
The prettiest flowers are the ones in the desert,
They paint their loneliness with colors.

What is not forgotten is what never dies,
And he who does not forgive, will never love.

Who extinguishes a cigarette in a pool of blood,
Will be condemned by their indifference.

Do not fear the unknown:
Do not be scared of what is yet to be done.

Because if you go, buddy, there I go with you:
The path that takes us, that brings us back too!