I listen how the sky covers my soul,
Seconds are flowing over my shutted eyes,
I cry, I laugh, I run and then I’m me anew,
It rains again over my girded cheeks...

I’m troubling the sigh with light-arrangements
I just hide the sparkle of the stars in my eyes
I knead the present that has no guiltiness
Stopping the sad but persistent evil fate’s eye.

I do not seek the obscure, nor yelling for the mystic!
I know they’re all caught in a dance:
Untidy round dance... just breeze is a hypnotic
Who’s found in love’s passion a place...

listening Ennio Morricone - Le vent, le cri