Lanzo Y Escucho
Virus
I Throw and Listen
Unintentionally
I always return to the place
Once again, feelings come close.
Beyond the things, something will arise
A new perception
Movements.
I throw and listen
Silence remains
It's time to transform
Naturally deciphering
The answer will fall.
With intentions to clear
All darkness
No more senses left unalerted
Seeking clarity
Perceptions will guide me.
