Sacral Solitude

I am the same like you,
But you are not the same like me.
In this point of no return:
Of freedom, resurrection, last hope,
Driven by faith, by pain, by lust...
Something like us
In the shades of the flame,
In this breeze
And big Stones, warmed by the sun.
Salty skin in the wind in the dust.
Never again,
May be a little bit older each day,
Although always
Walking the controversial Way,
Keeping the mind pure
And the heart clean.