I tried to tell you how beautiful the sun looks when it burns an ant
and I also told you how my emptiness is a sheet music of an appeased white
but now I know that it doesn't really matter how beautifully I sing
if you don't know how well I can hear the howl when I see a framed kite
I  feel the thrill of a snail celebrating a ***** river
and I am the one who cry a hallelujah
when I imagine someone breaking its conch
you know that an angel appears once a while
it usually happens when an astronaut can sight seagulls
when he's finally able to raise coconuts on the moon
and sweeten the coffe with dust
well everybody knows that there is no air and there is no sound
where there is no land
but since you show up the universe is nothing more than a whale song.