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.