The melody of midnight skewed
I always go to when will they westerly winds
Review these ravanellas in the misty sea corals ;
believe these undulating worlds
As for the people passing here and there obviés they said
The intertwining of our attention to oneself
Saying offset our silences
They ir r adieraient oblique pleasures cantilenas
On a dance night at will where dreams
Would the always boded
I'm linking these seas, these distant ravanellas
In today seasons ...