If heaven is somewhere on earth,
Then I think that I just had seen, through a glimpse,
A little part from it, stretching to the sky-blue seas,
A place where everything could come into being using your will,
And seagulls fly freely between windmills bathed in sun beams,
While humans are acting as angels, in a frame that defies the real.

For that moment I was undeniably sure,
That heaven is really a place on earth,
And skies are always open through a clouds-cutted path,
A place where a noble scent is the most powerful lure,
And everything human becomes heavenly pure.

From that moment, above the space and above the time,
The whole truth received a meaning for me,
That heaven is the main instance of "to be".