Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...

I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...

I thought you were the cristalline waters
In a river...

It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...

Sometimes on my way to work, while at the stops,
I curl my hair with my fingertips as if I'm...

Yellow is the jelly that I ate
It wiggled and it trembled...

I have missed writing... punching, punching keys
in the keyboard as if I was punching a punching...

My thoughts of you travelled back and forth
like in a ship from the marines, more like in a...

In the silence of a chapel, I prayed
for you to hear me...

As I feel as I lay on the grass,
As I feel as I mown the lawn...

Just like today or tomorrow, I know
I will be yet I'll never be...

In the garden there's a snake in a compartment,
a compartment that is darker than a cavern...