Deciphering
the theorem of your being
I was uncovered
Furrowed by colors
While...
I become words
Without a doubt
You have the Magic
Something that traps
Invisible threads
Sidereal universe
Full of comets
You look at me
from that place
Surrounded by water
and multicolored fish
Floating I'm trapped in your web
transparent
before your light
Victim of the clock
the hands are dying
The King Star
falls under the decree of darkness
It's time for goodbye
In the meantime...
I try to prolong the farewell by running away
With my only booty
Your smile
