My nights spray over the forests.
I waste myself between one love and another.
The horizon approaches and closes me
within the coming woman’s wishes.

She always greets and waits for me.
Days are talking on warm tones,
how summer rains pass
over the plain at rest.

The words are getting more unruly,
they discover the fountain inside you,
how we devise moments the time to come.

By the time I’ll be able to forget
and find myself on an edge
where doors open,
the road is crawling like a snake
to a city where it’s late
for the passers to tell you the truth.