Freedom – said IAnd then the sun set and the duskFell on my lifeTransformations and metamorphosesIt was what I experienced there, on the south of heavenI was striking with my fists at the heavens ceilingsToo low I fell, I did not reach the step-father`s neckAlthough his visage seemed so closeWith bony fingers I desired to clench the crown of thornsIn vain, I have trampled the paradisical flower of love