Plant a rhyme in the madness
of a surrealistic city ,
and a poem will spring from it .
Peter Pan got lost in the white light
on a dark street in wonderland .
Alice won\'t be coming .
Welcome to open space psychiatry !
Paint a portrait,leaving the unsolvable
mystery of this girl waiting
for the midnight express ...
On the rain-like tears of a violin ,
in search of a voice .
Love always comes too late ...
Out -of -tune chambe music .
Aimless voyager who has renounced your
shadow in the sandy mirror of wanderings ...
The next cloud toward eternity
has been announced ...
Lethal platform the end ,
pusher my beloved friend ...
All these names that carry a melody
whose face we\'ve forgotten...
Before leaving we write a letter vade retro
to life ,asking :
\'\' Why did you lie to me ? \'\'
Pilgrim whose feet at least kiss the hem
of the sky\'s fading veil .
Death, stands with a smile of eternal calm ,
holding out its gentle hand .
Offer thy blessing to the dusk\'s silent choir
that falls upon the harvests that have left
nothing but brambles ...
Purple hues of evening -a warm fire
awaits you at home ...
Take off those cold clothes of depression.
The midnight girl will go to adorn your grave
with the scent of everlasting flowers
of compassion .
And the new dawn will bear these words :
\'\' Wait for me -I am dying within this urban dissonance...\'\'