Only a bell and a bird break the silence…
It seems that the two talk with the setting sun.
Golden colored silence, the afternoon is made of crystals.
A roving purity sways the cool trees,
And beyond all that,
A transparent river dreams that trampling over pearls
It breaks loose
And flows into infinity.
Pantha - Wanderer, seeker of knowledge. 
Cuando sea verdaderamente el momento y si has sido elegido sucedera por si solo.No aceleres…..Ten salud