«Whisper softly your arcane sortilege
and make this cursed soul get high…
Sing to me the almost forgotten song:
about the blues of your sweetest lies.

Where hidden teardrops starts to fly,
and the heartbeat hurts to die…
Sing ‘bout your prohibited touch,
that reaped my love with just a snap.

Play the strings, but play them well…
With magical notes of a bitter coffee:
The holy water for your only one believer…
with damn blind faith for loving thee.

Repeat it forever… in an endless loop.
‘til second runs faster when there’s no clock.
‘til the sun turn into darkness all day long
Sing for me, the memories of solitude, with you.»

© Lᴀʀɴ Sᴏʟᴏ
Lima/Perú • 2018/jan./30