Look beyond - there can see her.
Over there, if you believe you will find her
Like air, Feel the Fiera.
From the edge of the dream,
somewhere at the sunset,
in the arms of fog
night had spawned
the most strange and beautiful creature,
rather nature's eighth wonder.
Fiera - gives coolness in the air,
do snakes roll away.
Feared persons forgot you everywhere
and whole places are dieing.
Ways exist - truth exist
there are roads in fairy tales.
Now the glass sphere is empty
Look out there is the Fiera.
The day begins seeing her hiding in the light,
the air looking for her
walks monk and blind.
I hear laughter and immediately whispering in my ears
"Good Morning ..."
Has hands splay and a pair of wings,
standing or dancing in the rain waters
which reflect secrets and antics
people bitter and piece.
Through the mud again finds a hidden path
and looks at me as if waiting for something.
Such obstinacy drifted me away
like "love" that never spoils favors.
Has loose hair, in her small fingers
She up paper boats - her dreams
shells at her ears and one thousand years ahead
listens to become impossibly from now, hard.
Keeps tears locked in her eyes
and her pride turned the ink red in the pen;
in the white paper does not fit her name,
Fiera ...