Philautia

My marrow's rest shines in front of the loss
A ground with no ground
In the inside it doesn't make a sound
I'm home

Jumping in circles
I elude myself from my fingers
Alienation, re-appropriation
A vision of the simple
Walking hand in hand with me
In the point where the oceans break
It's all I know and now it's a song

Aware in a flash of the core

I always elude myself from my fingers
Walking hand in hand with me
In the point where the oceans break