Sky has opened
People of the dunes
Magic pipers
Children of the forest
Lovers of the beach
Kissing the moonshield
Warriors of Maya
Sunlit priests of the jungle
Cement charmers
Space talkers
Ancient civilizations rising from the sea
Sleeping in the dust of forlorn cities
Dwellers of the cacti
Poets of dusk
Weavers of day at dawn
Mystic writers
Prophets of the lost golden ages
Paving new ways for immortal travelers
Giving advice to the young ones
Gathered near holy stones
Jamming with the stars
Speaking a long dead language
Looking for bards of summer
Free from discipline’s chains
Building homes without bricks
Climbing towers that cool their towns
Disabling all machinery
Now that the stars belong to the people
Nothing can be done
Nothing but a joyful celebration
Naked in the clouds
Picking up flowers of sunrays
And grass-blades of clusters
