Noches Árticas

Tonight once again
we will close our eyes
wishing with devotion
for a new arctic night
and the purest black
-not like the darkness
but like ebony-.
So our lungs
are flooded in a dream
that poisons and heals.
Dreams of arctic nights
that poison and heal.
(Close your eyes. Listen in the darkness
how the music boxes resonate.
Try to stop them.)