The view I see beyond this point Is shown as a solid stone, But I am aware that despite its thickness This mist is ephemeral, intangible, ethereal... I am afraid to go into the cold sea, Afraid to break its subtile fragility. I'm looking for myself inside this vast amount of quiet storm, But there is just a huge wall of mist that blinds me. A wall that obscures the panes enclosing my conscience, A wall that catches with its landscape those who contemplate it. And following the steps that have brought me up here I dive into this sea that terrifies me. Sooner or later I'll find out the way home... My way home. By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón