It is spring in a avenue

It is spring in a avenue,

let there be no sun!

Let it freeze, 

let a wind blow,

let the snowflakes fall upon us,

in a shelter of mimosas,

let the cold find us,

under the spell of flowers,

With lullabies let them sleep, 

let the waves that recognize us burst,

let the lightning get wet! 

Let ask us in hours our memories,

even if they don't find us!

Even if a drunkard sows thorns,

there will be flowers!

The Time doesn't stop,

when the weather breaks,

and if your steps stop

in vain, 

before a world,

to a door.

I’ve seen in the midnight 

I’ve seen in the midnight 

the mystic sky 

on the ground laying. 

Above it the starst got drunk 

with air, 

go and come 

on something hidden,

and thousands of butterflies completed 

with colours an empty space.

I’ve come down seven stairs

under seven sky shadows, 

where clouds crashed 

in the sea shore like waves. 

I’ve walked 

over on my own shadow, 

just when it came near me, 

crashed it without any hurt.

The magnet of the soul

A wave of your soul

burned with thirst,

and that flame

made the sky blue.

I'm back to rock

waiting for the next wave,

quench the passion

or him to extinguish me.

In the mirror of time

you embroidered blue,

from my rock

violet water flows,

and blue blood

that you so often mention to me,

I feel it

how to flow through the arteries.

That blueness

hidden under the skin,

drown your heart in the lake,

in seven sources

born of a stone,

my soul remembers you.

And your sky

only one cloud remained,

the magic of your eyes

a mirror.

My soul magnet

that attracts you

your soul magnet

that pushed me.