A Moça do Sonho

Suddenly enchanted me
The girl in backlight
I dared to ask: who are you?
But the voice faltered

Awkwardly I held her hands
As if untying a knot
I blew on her face without thinking
And the face turned to dust

There must be some place
A confusing mansion
Where dreams will be real
And life won't

There my love would reign
With her laughter, her sighs, her complexion
And a bed where at night
She would dream of me
Maybe

By magic she returned
Singing softly
Suddenly I asked: who are you?
But the light flickered

She slowly escaped from me
And when I held her, she moaned
Her dress tore apart
And the face was no longer hers

A place must exist
A kind of bazaar
Where lost dreams
End up

Among stairs that flee from feet
And clocks that spin backwards
If I could find my love
I would never return