Peaks hidden by odd veils
Even the sky is blushing at their sight
Arrows fall in the eyes of the mortals
Thinking that this landscape is theirs.
The water amuses itself without scruple in the grass
Tyrannically capturing the greatness of the sky
And the sky becomes narcissistic under their spell.
The city lights defy the nature
And they madly compete with the thunders,
But the sky is gentle and gives back the light
To everyone who is ready to receive it
At some point, the time to be punished comes
The sky gets angry and wants to forget about us
It steals the color of the opium and induces us the thought
That maybe this world is not for us.