I met a roofless woman with grizzled hair
and of child fears voice and skin
I woke up and stepped off from my nightmare
caressed by my own old dream

I begged her to relinquish from his life
at least at one night without compunction
and give it to me for being my wife
as if she would live other one incarnation

my love made her more beautiful than in my imagination
as she would been come to life from an old story of mine
from a stale abandoned book without pagination
to sing once in my life my first and my last lullaby

embraced like two birds come back from nothingness
prisoners of a returning just for a night undressed of wings
unwillingly our shriek filled up the emptiness
the time woke up burnt sand like ashes was took by winds