From the sieges around me
from the dust that's choking me...

I halt my fears on
the chalk cliffs of my life...

I want to be a desert
open and wide, unbound by...

I'm immersed by my own flow,
set within the blond view...

If you breathe beneath my roots
I may lose a fruit off my branches...

I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...

Dear You
My emotions fell like arid sheets...

It's sad that I raise my voice
in a room raised by four...

I'm too wrapped onto my corner
to take a step outside this chamber...

Missing you is like chasing naught in a cotton...
I run, run and run yet catch void...

I rest my head upon my hands,
never held a frown as beautiful...

You were dreaming of me,
at least I supposed so...