The brazen light bleeds in the black pitch of memory
The cold tear the loneliness of the ocean
Through the petals threaten the nocturnal breath of forest
The rain listen to the spirit of the mist
and mechanices the bitter sensation of the winter
The wind naked
Once we find the keys to decipher the river
but that is not easy
I still awaiting the morning full of absence
I still screaming in the night
near to the border of the past
and I don´t have nothing to lose
From this lands I gaze at the distance
of the empty vastness of the storm
and the scream of silent hawks
smell as the death amongst the black flowers of cold
I lie here
near the indifference emotive of the turbid water
The morning fog talk in my name
In the name of the time
I invoke the nightspirit
and under the sign of the forest
appear my enigmatic steps
Nothing can save me from the ancient failure
even from wet dream of the night dew
I have found all secrets
that the ocean could offer me
between my hands I lost the nectar of spring
and the answer of the unknown tree
