You stand shyly in the evening sky, daring to look at me from behind the clouds, surrounded by a thousand distant stars, the blue of the stratosphere standing behind them. Loss in another sphere, for three days I give myself to you, your full rays, then something in me wants to leave me, give birth, you stand shyly in the sky. In a thousand lotus blossoms magic, while the full moon descends into a calyx, a secret sealed. I fall into your arms, spreading before me, you who devour me in gazes and feed me out again like raw food. An old presentiment rises in me, where I should turn, forgotten in the evening sky, with which I melt many a night, kneeling down like a madman and sinking into a quiet image. A new symbolism sets in for the coup de grace, a beautiful image from unflowered time rustles in my hair making unforgettable the moment when we vibrated sounding alike. Sounds leap from the loudspeakers, a farewell to the passing, trying to numb the daily pain in effects. Waves give, leveling tides in the brain as swapping under the spell of the sun, waiting for the night.