Waiting for the dusk,
I wonder what can let the sun rise
every morning
I feel the breath of love
coming by the window
but it hurts.

I f I could look at the magic in every one
without hurting you…
(I would be near you)
What is left of a children dream?
What is left of my untold fears?

the shadow don’t give meaning to my pain.
maybe it’s the time to show the things that I fogot

Maybe it’s time to hold my cry
For the many things I have Erased
how few I have let you see my needs
Bring me to the place when I can forget

Tecum sunt...
I love the sighs of life.
I dream a grass where
I will be, a fire to feed,
an incessant sound,
the heat of the sun.

On the photos of a child I can see the eyes of my son that I lost in twilight, where I have no fear. Lost in a sea of lies…the force…and (I want to) raise myself from this obscure dream, want to make sleep entire seasons, and know how to reconstruct them. I feel…alive.

Tecum sunt...
I love the sighs of life.
I dream a grass where
I will be, a fire to feed,
an incessant sound,
the heat of the sun.