dissatisfied, dissatisfied, deified, deified — Destiny! how close a victor moans
I want to be a swallow, empty, that exhales like the spell of dreams
the dreamer of your strange nirvana that lives among feelings
the shout is a joyful teat that anticipates remote with arrogant sighs
the air joins, inebriated and unfairly — the tide joins, strange among the ecstatic