In the crypt of the soul, I build the days

In the crypt of the soul, I build the days, Today, yesterday, tomorrow, in a hidden sanctuary, On the parchment of silence, I place shattered thoughts, And in the dew of mornings, I clothe time, I tame it. In my orbits, I capture the essence of the sky, the sea, the earth, And the tremor of the day, I weave into a single language, I dress in the infinite and step on the path of life, From troubles, I raise an altar of ashes, with a natural gesture. On the altar of the heart, I crown love, I listen to its psalm, an ode brought from the silent Eden, When the heavy burden of longing crushes me, I invoke divine music, And in the embrace of thought, I turn the tear into pearls of fortune. In my depths, I create a library of memories, I keep the soul friends and celestial loves, In the garment of time, transformed into eternity, I clothe them, From the gold of coppery autumns, I weave a cosmic tapestry. In the sanctuary of the heart, I sanctify moments, days, lives, Springs and autumns, flowers and shadows, all in a sacred dance, I pass them through the sieve of discernment, I divide, I add, I transcend, And I keep only the essence of paradise, the rest I dispel into the void. Thus, on the path of life, with my soul clad in mystery, Every breath becomes a gateway to unknown altars, And with every pulse of the heart, a liturgy is born, In this labyrinth of being, only what is sacred and pure is fulfilled.