Leave me with my tragedies,

those who stick to me like wet leaves

in the (dry) sunlight.

My face is frozen, byt my eyes

still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies



Leave me with my misery,

the one who cover me with glory

and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight.

That light that burned my face

to what you can see,

a tragedy...

...it sculptured me...

For I am your dreams and fantasies.



Dreams, like deserts.

Dreams, like stone.

Dreams from flesh to bone.

Dreams, like deserts.

Dreams that moan,

for I am in your twilight-zone.



Leave me with my destiny,

the one who lick my scars.

The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my

marbled anxiety.

My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams