He sang like he never sang after
Cried as never cried again
And he was a clumsy dancer
Drunk with pain and anise.
He opened the door of his dressing room
He went on stage and did not see her
He felt the lights and listened
The band and remembered and spoke to him.
Alma, like a drawing in chalk,
Alma, your snail abysms me,
Alma, the bread of my soul,
Soul without soul,
Tree without breeze ..
Then he went up to his own heart,
He gathered the remnants of his great love
And he jumped into the abyss without thinking
Seagull without blue and without sea.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)