Regina Elis
Falso Brilhante
The Knight and the Windmills
Believe in the golden existence of the sun
Even if the whip strikes us in the mouth
Continuous of the night
Break the chain that surrounds tomorrow
Awaken the swords, sweep the sphinxes from the crossroads
All this time it was like sleeping on a ship
Not making any movement
But weaving the thread of water and wind
I, a troublemaker, became a knight
Trickster along the paths
My companion is armed to the teeth
There are no more mills like the old ones