Vespertilia - Ataraxia

Is it to die my night?

Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness

Today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested

Is it to die my night?

The endless time consumes me like a rustle

When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away

Now that’s night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness

Is it to die my night?

The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away…

When I find a word in this silence of mine, it’s dug in my life as an abyss

This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep

Is it to die my night?

To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away…