My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

It was always drilling in his brain,
_the woodpecker of the clock...

I am not of here,
I am from a place...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

Do you remember us
as moths trapped...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Life is experiencing death
with the eyes wide open...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...

Today I cried
for the love of whom...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...

Influenced by "Asturias"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEfFbuT3I6A...