The sounds that hit my eardrum,
requiem on water,
and I listen through the night to ease my thoughts.
because to dream again is a never-ending goal.

To go insane is short for my needs:
It's the true that I paddle alone,
I'm not meant to be next to you

The long curtains reveal!
Scenery of my thoughts
Where I hid for the winter a year later,
The next door neighbors and the dogs.

The cold makes our breaths smoke us inside in this january night.
The time has consumed me,
that time,
I wish I had with you
but let's start with forever.