To paint in green the pale face of truth

To return to the origins, to be red skin

Yellow, Black

To interpret a visual language

To recall a primordial image

To be what is

Always peaceful towards faith

Faith, light, age

Happiness

To be light throughout eternity

In darkness, challenges

Which shape the essence in raw state

Sometimes what I sing turns into a scream

In other instances the enchant becomes a rite

I observe myself when I become annoyed

To be a servant of the infinite

The gift of green:

Kambo is Nature in sacred mission

Always doing good

Bringing inspiration

Opening the heart

In crisis

Danger and opportunity

On the skin

Portal of unity

We are simple

We are profound

We are one verse

In multiple worlds.

------------------------(Mauro)