Are you bright, where is your splendour
Hidden in the corners of an island
Covered with lines shadowing the skin
Why do you think life is better in the brim
Unless you find obsessions in the dark
Challenges in the light?

Do you think splashing sand in the air
Stops your eyes of seeing?
May the day of curly waves
Crush doubts of paradise alien
No drink, no colour disguised
Brings life tragedy and no art . . .

Ah! Comedy of lovers and dreams
Once young now forgotten, ruined
Rush our songs bring us old, new
Chance the world, chance your love
Call me, our, all, forever, and you
For you I will take now a new day . . .

A start-creation, the moon
Foolish thoughts, a brother, a sister
No ceiling covers your sort
You and you sample of raw
No ideas, no arctic, no draw
Lovers of no art, counts of no high . . .

Choice no, fate of the might
Leave old, fetch young
You are naught, only past
Old is new, dress life, no skin
You, sample me, offspring, no mirror
Young, young power at your feet . . .

Get lost, dare you on me
Eyes in the eyes
Foolish in each side
No matter but falling, being
I and you prime foreseen
Jail chains, irons of disgust . . .

Dare foretell love to rust
And songs and hymns
Only you and him, me
Dying, no order no compass
Passion, no surrender no farce
Be what never you dreamt to be . . .

No tender, no mud, no blood
Drops of me, drops of you
No buy . . . Youth!