Years ago, perhaps, life just prefer some other memories,

day fell, intact, and were fading in my eyes of child,

as the body of women who caress the afternoon in the bay of my dreams,

as ship returned filled with the languages ​​of the crew.

Alien, worlds knew that I disappeared,

and I became one with black roots of trees,

suspended in altitude of words and image,

I stole the helm and threw myself into the storm there was out there,

but inside me; They cried the nights when earth and sun lamps are lit,

I came to you on that trip, castaway on myself and lonely,

I thought I had conquered fire,

Sword salt, lie and love, wiped your brow withered in the evenings ...

if we were the echo is lost in the gloom of twilight,

if we were the green of the forests where we get confused,

if we might be as far as we ignore the stars

if death were a friend of our names in blood.