| A sunny morning, almost spring, |
| your drowsy smile grey like a kiss |
| some weary lover would have given |
| to a glorious jewel from the abyss. |
| Where are the hours of your rising night??? |
| Worn-out and incredibly bright… |
| And then again we both wake up |
| saying hello to our own world |
| a dust like gold was everywhere |
| filling the room, the reborn air |
| unseen a spetter was waiting |
| for that invincible soldier. |
| He had my eyes and my cruel heart |
| my secret days, my chilling flames |
| was near to you while staying apart |
| watching his days lost in a game |
| made for some ghosts looking like him |
| but I can swear he had a dream. |
| A sunny morning, maybe March |
| And now must turn my face to you, |
| I must realize what is that arch |
| enemy looking for your blue |
| but willing and merciful arms. |
| Don’t say a word. |
| The world has gone. |