On the palette, horizon steel melting
Incandescent
Cuts endless webs of shadows on the iris
Translucent
The painted sun is still marching
On this world upside down
Towards the birth of the day
Towards the dawn

It's already May
I'm still dreaming...

The dark canvass will end
The golden will break through
Here, all wishes come true
You know that, don't you?
Painting the desire, taking a bow
But, master, you forgot to teach me how
To be more than a dot, a splash, a trace
A silver Moon, in tireless chase
Launched over and over, from slings
Flashing 'round
Cutting the fabric with razor sharp wings
Ever bound
To mimic the shiny shades of dreams

Though it's May
I'm still believing...

That beautiful lie

We're feathers floating by
We're arrows
Without knowing why
With acrylic colors
We're piercing the sky.