After the collapse, I searched for a tender circle
That could share my wish in a strange sigh
A hand that would patiently hold my chin
And the eyelids' burden in the hidden steam
Its mystic fragrance will eliven my lips
And satisfy me with its chosen beverage
Out of the dark shroud and the verbal insanity
That my own desert combines
I have been deprived of harmony
I've drown at the distorted sound
Of a retrained scream
Shaping my shadow
How many times did I fall near you?
How many times did I say it and was near?
In ecstasy I look for an answer
