From the depths of ancient and silent calls in the past because there is a mysterious spirit.
And 'what drives the pilgrim from the entry which, alone among a thousand sounds, finds its echo in the heart.
will find wisdom in the past to doubt the advice my way?
Where men have no more memory so beautifully shaped, the heart feels nearer to himself, finds a place to stay, peaceful, through the storms.
Silence is the key to all and come here, gaze directed to the soul.
