At night he usually travels
the moon and bronze by the shadow goes
blue eyes, woman determined in sea.
Warm sand, song of salt
kiss the shore and touch me again
dismiss the time, break my loneliness.
How could I find her today?
I do not know if I go, if I come or stay,
perhaps I should keep it more
Or just watch it get lost in the wind.
At night he usually travels
some star in your hair there will be
looking north, looking for its place.
And if I have it, and if not then
it is winter a bed without its smell
then a bonfire, without truce or redemption.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)