and into that milling swarm the enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms.
The winter must be in the house.
Soon.
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don’t dare profane.
We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water.
If you leave a day to breathe
Summers are worth more than this boat
We sail all day like a farewell to winter
A lampara keeps on burning
and somehow we can’t return
we can’t return
You ‘ve been scared
as tons of christians feared the lions
In the coliseum
and cried

