Every day I have a thousand new disguises,
Each one of them has its way of dancing with the world.
A thousand women boil inside me like an ocean,
Their trembling thoughts meet in corners of the night.
They hide behind the mask of social conventions
And pen down their feelings on the ceilings of the sky;
They speak their love to the wind.
But only one of them knows the language of God
Only one of them knows how to let go of life.
And who cares that the world is bleeding today
When the song her heart sings is undying.
THE WONDERMIND 