I am sitting over a landscape,
I create these mountains,
And they are my memories,
I create these rivers,
And they are my emotions,
I create these clouds,
And they are my thoughts.

I travel to the other places,
I create these countries,
In the past and the future, located they are,
I visit their landscapes in the present, too.

I build this world I live in,
I had volcanic explosions,
I had earthquakes and tsunamis,
I also destroy this world I live in,

Am I god of my own world, then?
If only a fool I was.
Who am I then?
I am watching you sitting over a landscape,
Who are we then?
Who is asking?

I will never be what, I would say, I am,
Not even this one.
Isn’t that beautiful?
Not even this one.