The night, in white darkness
Between blind leaves that fly,
I confounded myself through the illusion.
I share with you the beauty that I see.
We wrecked in our deliriuns,
Strewed on nothing, in the arms of freedon.
There, in her sleeping shelter, between clouds and stars,
She searches for her lover.
Oh moon, bristled of lust,
Invocated by your guardians
Dawn undo you
With the sadest voice, I return with hands full of poetry
And the wounded soul, feeling the miracles of the substance