From Soil to Trace I realized that I was nothing and I was born with a trace in the Soil. I evolved as I lived and I wanted to leave my traces. The trace in my soul flowed into my hand, and the trace on my hand flowed into the mud... I became me. I was raw, I was burned. I grew up with the trace. I was baked, I took shape, I became colored Let my trace become universal, happiness, peace. May my path be traced in your heart. With Love..