Dun tempo para sempre

Seeing fly
A deep loneliness
That keeps emerging
Under the sunset;

Shadows that give their breath
Their breath
And transform the air
Into an uncertain murmur;

Voices that are
The footprints of a time,
Echo of sweet
Chords of lullabies.

When will we find
Druids wrapped
In the smoke of the bonfires
In the forest of emaín;

And the valley enchanted
By the shadows that still emerge
From the last night,
Moonlit night.

Dreams galloping
Already break the silence
And the wind whistles
Chords of lullabies.