Now I’m far away from you
I imagine that a blue pebble
Part of you is flying to me
It’s flying so easily, lighted in air
As a key
It’s coming into my mind to open the windows of my memories
A particule of dust
A grain of sand 
And a blue sinked lava is coming into my gentle dream
Show me the way to touch the most difficult place
How to reach the most beautiful place
River’s mother, Pebble’s father you know
I need a place to be an artist
I need a place to be a poet
I need a place to create
Not a great place, not a famous place but the same place of a particul of dust
The same place of a grain of sand
Just a small place to make dreams as wide than the blue Mountain.