A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley 
With an innocent pose like it does not know 
On its featheres ventaglia thousands of eyes 
Empty since the end of oracles 

Clouds create a hollow pillow 
For sleepy heads to rest 
By denying to submit to the whims 
Of their unstable paterns, I glide above them all 

Heaven below 

Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums 
How far can once reach 
The answer depends on who this one is 
How far can one extend 
As far as his limits go... 

Heaven below