Galaxy M
Pure lines for a surprising home
Shrouded in golden leaves, we wait. The world doesn’t end at sunset
and only dreams limit themselves to things.
Through a labyrinth of blank hours time leads us on
as autumn falls over our house, our patio. Shrouded in a relentless fog
we wait, we wait: nostalgia means to live without remembering
the word we are made of.
If you are who I look for, come in the night of lost reflections,
if you are the beloved body, come in between trees, in between songs.
Here awaits you a time dispossessed of fables,
a body punished by life and the roads’ brambles. If you are she who comes,
leave me a sign in between trees: a white veil, a trace in the dust
will suffice in my wretchedness.
Come now that death awaits as marvellous forest awaits death;
if you are who I look for, come under the sky’s protection.
D O R M I T O R I O S / B E D R O O M S
C O M P O S I C I Ó N A C UA R I O
Nº DE REGISTRO: 529852 / 530676 1
M M
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