When evening falls, I imagine
Joining right in the middle
The supernatural procession
Of immense birds of paradise
Sailing together
Under the dome of tranquil waters
Gently undulating
Amidst the noise of the night
Alone, with my dearest memories
My soul finally trembling and liberated
Far away from the surface of the Earth
I sometimes see
This strange dream
With the impassive retinue
Under the semi-transparent garments of waves
Letting escape the pale lights of the day
And as evening falls, drifting away
The faint lights of the exiled stars
For a moment, I abandoned
This burdened body
Always causing pain
For the remnants of Another Place
And for my waking dreams
I'm open for suggestions.