I aim to bury the past you uncover and live in the shadow of the night. There is no other way out for my pain; I have to love him and sing him the songs of the night.
Your warm light no longer awakens those flowery feelings in me. Sometimes forgetting that you are a big star too; I wait impatiently for the cold night stars to appear on my balcony, and I shrink into the darkness, forming my own warm pile.
This is my overflowing destiny, my shell, my swinging three dots.
Over the years we have been bound and submissive to each other in a mixture of things that vibrate and resonate with you. Our shadows make us visible from us, and we are so happy in our night with our faces closed to the sun of the day that we love this resolute hell that tests our light.
Without the dazzling pose and eternal fire of the sun, we ferociously admire each other in a world of secrecy and solitude where possibilities can be seeded. We have seen everything, everything will be seen again. The long-standing hunger of miracles will be fed by what we don't know.
Please let's not want to know each other anymore.