Because on the hill, strange things happened, heartless creatures hid in the shadows,

thousands were the stories, it was a hill of sorcerers and black magic.

Do not go there

But the thing is that when they said ‘Do not go’,

the first thing I thought was ‘I need to go’

It was not easy.

It took me a few years to do it.

A voyeur spark began to beat somewhere between the heart and the stomach.

I can affirm it, it is a haunted place, but by a golden magic.

The creatures that live there do not need the shadows, they feed on the light.

They look at each other, let the branches, the wind and the footsteps speak for them.

I have seen them, I have seen them bristle, I have seen them love,

I have seen them feel the ecstasy of being one with the sunlight,

I have seen them become gold,

there on the hill.”