I am the sun

That from the plinth of shadow

Looks at something that was yesterday tomorrow



If you went the paths of my thoughts

You could say a few words

That are missing

In the late summer



... a lazy late summer



I am the Star

That knows somewhere there is someone

Shining like my sorrow

He's looking at yesterday tomorrow



He know the paths of my thoughts

He would say a few words

That are missing

In the last summer



Thinking about the inessential

Daydreaming about the reality

Makes me build while destroying

Without the skin's shield

Naked flesh is bleeding

Like the touch of knife in a drawer

Not expecting the awakening



... a lazy late summer