When do smiles end, as the sunset sends, our dreams away
as if, indeed, a callous, chilly wind forgets, forgives
and savors
all that was, for a moment of that, shall sweeten, shall be
a somber and ill fortune, magic
is not as real, as the eyes
of the extinguished, for where is my dance partner ? a horse, and a coffin
by
the tunes of birds, singing for me, the body of my life.
