PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

At the top of a mountain,

I hope to be an eagle,

Without hells or heavens,

Just to contemplate.

The horizon stretched before me,

Without limits or barriers,

Like a deep and free gaze,

Without the shackles of desires or fears.

The clear view of distant lands,

And the vast silence from above,

Where the winds speak in whispers,

And time seems to slow down.

I want to be the eagle soaring,

Above the storms and shadows,

Without the burden of the world,

Just the beauty of a serene flight.

In my heart, a simple wish:

To be the impartial observer,

Without the contrasts of hells or heavens,

Just the contemplation of the vast panorama.

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