I saw deep inside your hands
the end of the course
and I caught wings again
of the wounded soul.

At my red nightfall
I knew not what to say
so I took you in my arms
to steal you away.

There, I gave you soul
when I kissed you on the mouth
for the life after
without wounding the body.

After the end of the beginning
as you started to live again
you remembered the older
because you didn’t forget again.

Then you found me with wings
deep inside your innards
and you believed in the sky
that leaned so that I find you.