A silver moon prays in the dungeon
Cries aloud the sunflower.
Fields and soldiers,kids and ladies in black
Under the armour of a dead knight.
And it comes...a seagull
a flock so quietly!
Above the moon anchors and sowings,
Harvest of the crusades.
Those who gnaws the nails,corrodes the brain.
Here´s the solitude coastward.
And it comes as a long drift
And some schizophrenic screams!
And there´s no boat to transport disordered feelings.
I see Rosalia in chains
Swallowed by ocean flames!!
