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!
