I seem solid, but it's only an illusion.
I am unatainable, like the first ray of the morning sun.
Like an eagle that soars on the wind,
my emotions follow the weather, and my soul the seasons
When the sun shines I feel joy,
and the rain brings me sadness and melancholy..
In the spring I am like new....
A new life, new loves, and new worlds to discover.
And in the summer, my heart flies on the wind,
I live in the splendor of the sun, I grow,
and exalt in it's energy..
I shake off all of the old and uselless things,
that I have acquired.
I eliminate the things that weigh me down and slow my evolution.
And in the winter I rest...
I prepare myself for a new spring.
It's a time to remember the past year,
and to dream of the year to come.
The seasons pass,
sometimes all in the same day,
sometimes it takes more than a lifetime....
but they always pass...
I live my life in this world,
but I do not belong to her,
I am a traveler,
who watches and follows her through the eyes of a mask,
No one knows who or what I really am, and nobody cares.
I am an artist, a free spirit in a world full of slaves,
and all of this is part of me.
I know not if I see the world this way,
because I am an artist...
Or if I am an artist,
because I see the world this way....