Isasta - Un brin de folie

A Touch of Madness
A touch of madness, up to genius,
Braving the shadow, a light rejoices.
Who hides behind this mirror,
Am I a spectator of our story?
Feelings, harmony,
In chaos, infinity is born.
Straight as a square, in her iris,
Truth, she is the actress,
Of the land, its timer, its smile,
Every moment, its sweet memory, the future.
A touch of madness, up to genius,
In the shadow, a light blossoms.
Who hides behind this mirror,
Am I a spectator of our story?
From the storm comes the lightning,
Creator clock, everything becomes clear,
Confetti, respite,
Dreams play, now and here.
Like a call, that of our desires,
Mark the matrix, our life.
In the tumult, I recognize your voice,
Every word, a star, a choice.
To madness, I dance, I run,
Towards infinity, I surrender to the day.
To madness, up to genius,
Every moment, a breath, a surge of life.
Feelings, harmony,
In this world, I choose to write my story.
Call me Isasta,
I expose my observation.