Victor Requião

On the top of the lighthouse
No past or future is seen.
No even if I try to change by force,
Honestly, it would renew as once it should be.

Near, close to the clarity
Distant waves dance so far like a life of unconsciousness,
And it continuous to be, conscious for themselves like it has always been.
Paths ahead, almost unseen,
Clear like the lighthouse's light I am in.