It is useless to search for a wall
when everything is out of reach.
It is the same if we are flying,
or if our legs have atrophied in roots,
my dear Angel.
What are you looking for now?
The ways here and up there
are entirely the same
(they differ only in the lightness)
and you cannot help.
Do you need me
to open the gates
(little luck and smile for those who believe)
and so comes to an end the act
of the needed sacrifice.
You are convincing me that
you are not behind all this,
but I have been waiting you for many years
and it is not fair you to promise me the heaven now,
when it belongs to me anyway
(whenever).