I got an old book
and spent some time...

He told me
I taught him...

He drove me home
and I saw when...

When she finally saw him,
he was two years old...

"When I stand before thee at the day's end...
Rabindranath Tagore...

I watch your vulnerability
cracking your scales...

Yesterday my past I drew
on a canvas of silence and torment...

You stayed silent and calm,
watching my soft madness...

She carries me and walks in light,
saying what binds us is delight...

Enquanto as estrelas estao suspirando umas com as...
As estrelas suspiram entre elas. O ceu deita-se...

Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn...

I try not to live out myself in others:
it is already hard to be my own enemy...