Think of me
When the moon rises.
Think of me
When sleep abandons you.
Think of me
If loneliness presses.
Think of me
If grief poisons you.
Deep wound:
Bless me,
Fill my mouth â
With a voice that spans distances, that mark the skin,
Let it base your forehead and dig into your temple
To fill the emptiness with longing.
A voice that breaks mountains, that ignites faith,
May I weave dreams and illusions
To feed my delirium.
Oh, think of me
When hope trembles.
Think of me
When the air does not help you reaches.
Think of me
When the fever squeezes you.
Think of me
When the cold slowly invades you.
The voice that covers distances, that marks the skin,
Let it base your forehead and dig into your temple
To fill the void with longing.
The voice that breaks mountains, that ignites faith,
Let it weave dreams and illusions
To feed my delirium.
Deep wound,
Console me;
The lost light
It will not return.
Cold memory,
Let me go;
Let go of the reins
Pray for me.

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