Gritarle al Viento

I step away from you for a while then I come back.
You changed your voice, your eyes look serious.
You feel like you're the cursor, the compass, and the wind
and that the world is cruel because it takes up your time.

The voice is consumed by screaming in vain at the wind.
We can't swim if your rivers are dry.

The desert is always like that, always a desert
it won't flood no matter how strong the desire.
To live at whose expense? of what and of what moment
my memory is today, I look for it and find it.

The voice is consumed by screaming in vain at the wind.
We can't swim if your rivers are dry.
The voice is consumed by screaming in vain at the wind.
We can't swim if your rivers are dry.

After the day falls,
where will instinct lead us
twilight night and morning,
again the impossible, the cravings
a new book in a foreign language
new arms intertwining. The voice is consumed...