The indifferent waves broke the solid bread Turning everything into frail dust and sand While your hands Under the rancid sun Dug for so, so long The soil of this earth The wind unfolded the forgotten leaves Walking them into a trip across the fog While you let go The famished abyss You paused to sink in the ocean of ivory and falls Like the tears crushing the nights with dusk Hiding the rainfall of your gloomy eyes You painted over a dark picture of mist a clam blue space where you could sway And leaning your head on the dark concrete In a dream of clouds You were taken to your hushed soul And there on the cotton floors you dream with the blue to find again The warmth that once, when born you have lost from this world Piccola