Pure

To find the pure
You need to loose grip on reality
Putting your palms up
From a pure whim
Jog your memory
Imagining a sky painted by Toulouse

Do not spare thy time
Neither a penniless dime
To catch the moon in the sky
Dare to open your eyes
Do not humble your heart
Do not listen to the ardent voices of the rabble
Trying to ban you from the light

If necessary raise your voice
Hold back your shyness
Sing a thousand notes as a choir
Tell them your life is a sacred rite
And for a better living, a brave zeal is required

Despite of the thorns all over
Scatter your petals with your blood
Do not lose your temper
Unveil your divine side
Give the night a daylight
Protect your masterpiece inside
As you were a dauntless knight

To find Dante´s paradise
You don´t need to leave this world
Live through the winter and the fall
Light up what is gloomy with a smile
Break the wall, staring at it with true love

After all, if you don´t succeed
Do not find a clouded excuse
Do not get irate or blush your face
There´s no fate
For the ones who pursue the pure
Because
Even in the marsh
A lily can be raised

By Guilherme Ferreira