We think that life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, that the future is wherever your bullet strikes.

The girls of the light
who revolve around the 
sun
sparkle
and laugh
like changeable stones,
they travel on the 
harmonious cloud.

The girls of the light;
From a red cloud
their flight secures
a landing
where colourful notes
die in the remote
storm-clouds.
The girls of the light
who revolve around the sun
sparkle
and smile.