In the shadow of the night, when the wind weaves endless spells

In the shadow of the night, when the wind weaves endless spells, There you stand, eternal rock, at war with time itself. The night, with its new moon voice, whispers to you its secrets, And you, living stone, clench your soul in the citadel of mystery. Dawn brings you serenades from the infinite, hails you undefeated, Watching as the universe regains its voice, In the dialogue of the wind, in the celestial solstices, You hide your soul, a relic, in a smile stolen from unbound times. From the depths, the past measures you with ash-filled gazes, Holding within memories sealed in ancestral oblivion, You remember how you unleashed dreams, letting the music of your heart reign, And you rest your forehead in the palm of eternity, dressing in the garment of silence. Listening to the whisper of the cold seasons, Your fingers open the frozen chest of your ancient pain. Your soul, caught between two worlds, in crystalline silence, Counts your heart's steps on the thin path of time, Turning your gaze upon yourself, seeking in the mirror of the present, Examining your eyes, lost among the leaves of time. The wind interweaves its song with your being, You are the rock in the face of the storm, the stone in the temple of the night, Dawn kisses your existence with promises of strength, You are the power, carved in the heart of the world. With your hand, you capture the wind, hold onto the rock of fate, Turn yearning into beads of dew, Seal the pain in the stone heart, crown it with oblivion, Embrace the infinite, bind your soul to the sky, Tie spring to your footsteps, lighting your path, And you walk the road of life, weaving a song of freedom with your smile. In the magic of the night, you rise, an unyielding rock, In the embrace of silence, you are an unsolved sphinx, And as dawn spills its light, you take on its courageous song, Living statue, in a story where each step becomes mystical. The wind becomes your companion, lighting the candles of hope, You hide in stone an eternal fire, a trap for forgetting. In your hands, you mold eternity, And your heart, a tall tree, embraces the sky in rare harmony. Thus, on the paths of life, fearless, with spring beneath your bare feet, You step to the rhythm of an everlasting song, in a world where every moment is magical.