Serranda - Shutter
We are rowing against the night
young sons of the afternoon beginning
We plant a granule in this syncope day
ripping it from dream remembrance
in the quite of two unconscious eyes
We are rowing against the night
viewing sunup from the vesper
The sun between stars
a tram between steeple
while the dark is winking to you
in a collapsed glance of desperate seduction
We are rowing against the night
in a bed in the evening dreaming and dreaming
we forget to recover oars over the boat
The world escape in reverse way falling over us
suffocated by the most wilful moon
at the waterfall sky's foot