What is this fantastic joy?
It fills my heart, I’m ecstatic…
I can’t say a single word, not a single sound,
but short and soft utterings
while trying to make my body participant
in this extacy of the soul…
I feel the need to pray just as I do to breathe
What a moment… how I wish it would never end.
In this manner I would want to confront all the events of my life.
A bath in my soul,
I feel the beatings of my heart… each one wants to be a song of praise to God,
but I’m lacking the breath to shout out…
How I would like to describe this moment…
But I can’t find no other words.
The most fitting symbols seem to be the marks of omission…
directed to the infinite…
What is to be Paradise?
What is to be God?