How do I hide the subtleties of what I feel while living? What worthless feelings I can't lie anymore. Irresolute in my disdains I forge the habit of seeing And delve into the oscillations of the parts of my being. Lives go and lives come in incessant flashes, Everything returns always to the everything, origin is the Omega. Eyes that look without seeing and minds that do not interpret, everything returns always to the everything, origin in the Omega. The light is the cause and the effect is to transcend.