Ciudades Invisibles

Invisible cities
Static in the garden
Rain floats in the air
With movies from another dimension
Melancholic voices
Whispers of humanity
Dancing with the mist
And taking over the final scene

And then both dry
Blossoming among stones

Yes, in the end I leave my body
And spin the glass
And then I cling to the mystery
And open seeds again on Saturn
Yes, in the end I leave my body
And spin the glass.