Los Angeles, 2003


Conqueror of dreams,

Stretch yourself against the horizon.

Can your fingertips reach the heavens

Where colors are yet undecided?


Embrace your sky,

No clouds above your head,

Only possibilities of stars.

Hear them being born.


Can you see your memories evaporate,

Your pains disintegrate?

A thousand sunrises won’t stop,

Your imminent destiny.


Each day is your birth,

Each day your baptism,

You are your own mountain,

your own peak.



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