Aos 8 minutos e 32 segundos, aconteceu o começo da poesia.
Beyond the feelings we can’t touch
There are things we’ve never lived before
The real thing is still hidden in the dark
To be fished as a perfect thought.
But only when fears have already desappeared
We will feel as a man and a woman again.
Only when it’s our time to shine
We will be seen as the light on the tip of a pen.