Lena Silva, ANIMA MEA - Such beauty and elegance, demeanour of character.
Without much of an effort, marking its self-presence.
One walks through the vacant surroundings.
Leave a trace of its scents and flawless of movement!
Thus, Oh my Soul, where do I stand.
Detached, rivers apart, venturing, testing, seeking to connect.
Seek that bridge, the anchor that will hold my being. Catch me, Oh my Soul.