The circle is constantly gazed into the mirror of life. It was so unique and incomparable in that form. So perfect. Nothing could make me happier than that it is completely in it. But one day a tear fell from the sky and bathed him in the eye. And from that day he felt the pulse of the Circle change appearance. He went to a tongue of fire and began to change its contour. And he did it a little at a time, choosing the right where to touch. He gave a touch to reverse the banks, another to increase them. And in doing so suffered from this and often took him doubt. But too strong was his need for change and went on. And at the end of completion, is mirrored. This mirror and saw that the crystalline perfection of his round was changed into a new shape.
A dense form of vermilion.
A crimson body throbbed with love.
The perfect circle now there was no longer in its place there was now a Heart.
And from that day, that change, he never stopped to thank the Life and His Magic. (Do Low)
