With loneliness folded in the pockets of my soulI walk, in the footprints of the past day huddled in the chest of the night,With cigarette smoke I weave the melody of the rainOn the staves of the blinded sun.
You come and go without restWith breath dressed in the shoes of anxietyYou strike the silence hung on the branches of the skyAnd behind the leaves you hide the sweet fruit of feeling.
You come and go with the footstep of silenceAnd through murmurs of hopeYou grind in the mill of your heartThe notes of the song of smoke and pink rain laid out in the old park.
When will your footstep of silence grow tiredAnd rest your feet upon meUpon my whole body, and my soulAnd with fiery footsteps burn the lethargic sleep away.
But still you come and goAnd leave me with the dough of dreams in my handsTo knead it with the weight of my longing for youThat has swollen my heart, my eyes, and even longing itself.
Ah! You taught me the language of the moonLeft me before her hands, defenseless, like a tabula rasaThe stars with their brush wove me wings and a crown, raised me an angelBut love for you made me heart, soul, eyes and Human!
