Last Night
This is how you die sleeping
This is how I fall asleep dying
I see that white light that imitates the Sun
From that ventilation
This chokes on thorns
This corridor of fear
I broke nails, branches, I lost my place
And this breathing
Mine
And in one ear it dawns
The fluttering of your lips is
Wind that opens the sails and
I can finally return
To the illuminated city
Of water against stones
I see your neck your marks are
I am your breath
Mine
