the magic nights

for the greatest moments you don't need the special powers

it's enough a bed and a way to meet your dream

you can fly as a bird, can swim as a fish

or just breath like a tree

the sad or weird part

is that rock has the memory of creation

and felt His breath and caress

my magic world

is hiding behind the words

which accompany my white nights

I am the vowel and consonant of his name