Candles
Inspiration/ by the world/ of whom I talked
Your hands emit/ the - black – light
Droping a trail/ of transparent pearls
The Muse dances/ and leaves - the – skies
Behind me/ there's a long string of candles
Lifeless and steeped/ in choises - and - cries
The wind blows/ in the labyrinth/ of the night
While Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies..
Don't stop your steps along the path
Don't look at those extinguished lamps
Shiver of your past
Shadow in your art
Don't stop your steps along the path
Don't look at those extinguished lamps
Shiver/ of your past
Shadow in your art
Stretch out your arm/ and receive the signs
If Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies..
Let me live in the dark of a wingbeat
Dense – fog - bank - swept by the wind
Still idea united to your blood
Reflection/ of flame/ inside...
The living source