Delirio
Stream of Passion
Delirium
Think of me
When the moon appears
Think of me
When sleep abandons you
Think of me
If loneliness tightens
Think of me
If sorrow poisons you
Deep Wound:
Bless me
Fill my mouth
With a voice that spans distances, that marks the skin
That rests on your forehead and pierces your temple
To fill the emptiness with longing
A voice that breaks mountains, that ignites faith
That weaves dreams and hopes
To feed my delirium
Oh, think of me
When hope trembles
Think of me
When the air is not enough
Think of me
When fever squeezes you
Think of me
When cold slowly invades you
The voice that spans distances, that marks the skin
That rests on your forehead and pierces your temple
To fill the emptiness with longing
The voice that breaks mountains, that ignites faith
That weaves dreams and hopes
To feed my delirium
Deep Wound:
Console me
The lost light
Will not return
Cold memory
Let me go
Release the reins
Pray for me
