Making His words sacred.

One should necessary make sacred the seals which pearl on our souls, those who, within endless spheres of influence, bounce in the thoughts of Life. One should necessary discolor the current of emotion, feed with care the sky which seems to weigh heavier. Laughing at every joint which decorates one thousand splendors, so does evaporate the useless, vanishes the pains, letting the spirit of humanity taste in the wealth of an existence signed by a serene breath.
Allah is poem, The wind of the evolution And his anathema.
Increasing and audacious, the words of a single man show themselves how to change the linen into paper, the disdain to a smile so that our graves excite the truth of a prophet sprinkling with light songs, men, spreading out the elegance. The excellence of the soul learns when the sun of Its mercy plunges its spokes into the boughs, into the infinite faith to feed the root and the origin of a humanist message such a single heart, red, strong, in the direction of Eternity. O Muhammad (Peace and Glory on You), I subjected my spirit to multiple purifications, when time is possessed by doubts. I engraved the fragrances of a paradise there to be built. In an intuition we become Life and Death, in all what they have of absolute and divine, and often this is your steps that accompany the escalation of my life being outlined in the mirror of Nature. You are the Hope, the boat navigating in a river of marvels, the infinite evening when it is your love that leads the blood in my veins and looks the passion for life in your heart, because as the air - you are precious to me.