here we go again
[are scintillating] the summer's earrings
in the altar of the wind
where my dream loves to rise and slip
like the poetry in motion
[it's sparkling], even the heel of the time,
while it melts arrogance
with the sheer light behind my eyelids
coordinated by the echos' bible
[with every single ray], here we go again,
shoved by our longings' particles,
so-so hungry for smoky desires, [drawn…]
by love with love… again and again