Black is the ground,
Black are our souls,
And black is the Chaos too.

These three
Like a triangle of death or of life
Made it what is called Universe.

Perhaps every particle of Earth is Univers;
An Univers with never before seen density,
unheard,
To which we never thought before.

Perhaps we are already in the earth,
In the ground of another rarefied world
And, therefore,
Living in the black,
We borrowed a little, the primordial color
Our souls.