The Nightmare

What is it darling?
What made you frightened?
I know,
There were just a few gun shots.
Did anyone scream?
Don't be afraid!
It's nothing.
Listen!
You hear the bird singing?
Maybe it's not raining anymore,
maybe tomorrow...
Don't be afraid!
Sleep!

The Narration

I hear the sound of irons rough collision,
the sound of heavy contact of those cold surfaces,
and this sound
has always been with me
since my child hood,
and it's strange sad echo
yet grafts my moments
to the past.
Ah,
what a disaster this ascension is;
I am the son of steel age,
but my heart is not made of steel,
my arms can not even bear
the burden of villainy,
my body breaks,
and I have never been
the incarnation of old heroes,
and yet never will be
the hero of beautiful tales;
this is my narration.

The Dream

Come with me!
I sit you on the leaf
of my dream-plant,
and grow you
to the land of cotton clouds.
There,
you will take a ride
on a piece of cloud,
and luminous,
return to your own land.

The Promise

If it was in my power,
from the green garden of happiness,
I would fetch an eternal bloom,
and left it in the glassy vase of your heart.

And if it was in my power,
from the blue sky of soundness,
I would catch an immortal bird,
and freed it in the papery cage of your mind.

And if we were there,
from the warm shore of kindness,
I would pick an ancient shell,
and with a tie of promises,
hung it from your neck.

And if freedom,
was not more than a word,
we would never let it fall out,
from the tip of our tongues.

The Distance

Over my sea,
which is always stormy;
to your delta,
which is quiet and untroubled;
only the sky can witness;
only the sky can say:
how the fishes of my waters,
have seen the sands of your shore
in their dreams;
to warmly accept their death,
and their infants,
turn in to the amphibian
that demand the sea,
as much as the shore.

From my sea
to your delta;
the distance is a life
to a death.

The Mirage

Everything I thougth true,
was nothing but a mirage;

My faith in you,
was an escape from me.