The joy I dreamed of in the future
is reborn within me.
I feel fear coming back,
full of kind tears,
weighed down
by the purple **** of the sky.

Your senses, imprisoned in a cage
of illusions, today are only a complaint,
a doubt that cannot exist
on its own.

Evenings are delightful,
when the shadowy hand of night
combs your fair hair
with its fingers,
when kisses are so frail
that it is not difficult to rise again.

I'm dreaming about time again,
stripped of eternity.
I want the first heartbeat
to be yours alone.
Are you close enough for me
to understand that
I am smiling unnecessarily?

Find the key to loneliness
within yourself.
Get rid of the wind that has fallen
in love with your thoughts.
Is it enough to love
for the world to be resurrected?