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;
with albion tresses
and flushed faces,
they swim in the sparkling granite.
From a red cloud
their flight secures
a landing
where colorful notes
die in the remote storm-clouds.
The girls of the light
who revolve around the sun
sparkle
and smile.