Among the unexpected arcs of color,
Mountains and sea, heaven and earth,
Intertwining in silent movement.
Colors blend in time,
Like an invisible river flowing.

The clouds roll in knots of silence,
Greeting the land that cannot speak,
But each line holds an old story,
About the wind that whispers on the highest peak,
About the rain that falls without a sound.

Here, there is no boundary between reality and dreams,
Nature speaks through shapes and colors,
Life grows in infinite imagination,
Exploring roads that can only be felt.
Where beauty is not visible, but felt so deep.