Eleven Three O Three

Move your body to the rhythm of passion.

Let senses overwhelm ratio.

Don't ask anything to yourself.

Don't, don't waste this moment.



Move your body to the rhythm of passion.

Let senses overwhelm ratio.

The echo of weeping is armored in wind.



So that it could never be refracted

on your heart's walls again.

This is a gift nobody can, can ever steal you.

A flame neither the ocean can extinguish.

'Till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret.



No external force could disfigure

the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy.

Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope.

Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion.

Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious,

of this harmonious desire.



Then throw it. (Then throw it into the cosmos' centre)

Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet.

Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet.



So that it can preserve itself.

So that it can preserve itself.

So that it can preserve itself and vibrate forever.

Vibrate forever in magnificent poetry.