To Muhammed

Trying to understand all my ways. Maybe I am sleeping. What do I have done with my life? What can I do, in front of so many battles? Am I a great winner or just a ordinary soldier? How can I win myself, without pain, wihout fear? Who do I see in the mirror? The lady of solitude? The knight of the land of great winds? I ask the wind to take away my my scream. But I follow thus opponent, haughtily, without much expression on my face, with pride and magnitude. Where is the only one in my garden. where did I have lost him?