I walked halfway to everywhere Just to to forget about the world I emptied a shower of the sea To earn the night at your oasis.
The drum and mandolin playing ceases, opaque silk I had no wish to I interrupt you As you locked your doubts in the attic. Your rich body, I miss caressing.
Cloaked in clarity Makes it easy for us to see them We will never smash the stained glass window To repair the effect of my face. Full conciliations hold true relevance In the harsh front field. Love is a labor of misfortunes and pleasures You found the cards, and you know how to play
Certainly I will never be anything more than a poet Certainty made me save my pen Certainty recreates, with blissful satisfaction There is no need of a more perfect description.