Let there be someone,
capable of understanding this fretting,
ready to endear this helplessness
Let there be someone who laughs with me and cries alone
and makes me laugh when I cry.
Let there be someone,
capable of shortening my long nights
ready to sprinkle the first rays of the sun,
awaking me of a void sleep,
firm about loving me to death.
May I be able to get to her magical world,
following the thread of enticement,
to forget the onerous journey,
get lost
even when the world gets burned.
May she come as an eclipse on my life
and hide me in the womb of the darkness.
But,
May I be able to say-
I am tired
Or
I want to get to sleep
and may she sing a lullaby
and may I prance to death,
with my head on her lap.
