The sun gave me its power in the morning Punishing my face caressed for the full moon shine My mother washed me and quench my thrirst In the end of the times My father teaches me to be immortal And my spirit shines stronger than Can the sun brighten the way of those That stumble in a senial world The world, so far, lost in the depth of galaxies Withered like orange in darkness Of a cold basement... the sun... ...is just a flower in the fields of vatness Sensual goddess that court at night Iluminates us in the midnight When we make our serenades here Like a woif barking in ecstasy... Full moon induces us to erotic thoughts And leaves in the seventh day It has gone fragile cos it was so fertile But it will go back in the next twilight Warmed by the sun that is coming, now!
