The days returns with its hidden light

The days return with its hidden light,

White clouds slide on the sky.

Vague steam of solitary street,

Of tremulous air to the influence of tedium.

If your voice goes away without being a word

Solitude, give me a signal of your incessant origin

Full moon, round moon by the cold

Icy emotions, drowned in glass of wine.

Firefly in light of convicted moon!

If your voice goes away without being a word

rests in this space, your eyes and mine

Let's walk this street where inhabits the fog.

Mist of moribund winter, of naked spring.

We are going to surrender in the night,

To the river of sleep and mysteries,

Let your hands shelter the shadows

drain the ashes of the love between your fingers.

And there!, in the absence of your kisses

Firefly in light of convicted moon!

If your voice goes away without being a word

I will feel absent, confused.

Lost on night's border..., without your beats.