Souls among the blankets like quicksand
Hands inside hands almost like wickerworks
Where do I start, where do you end up?
Indefinable here below
Moon and Sun, fire at sea
Primordial hunger for us
Slowly, going down
Between the waves up to cancel
Eclipse eclipses
The windows tremble with the hits of the hail
Mouths that are mouths like soft magnets
Where do I end, where do you start?
We are two acrobats on a red thread
Moon and Sun, fire at sea
Primordial hunger for us
Slowly, going down
I confuse my fingers with yours
Moon and Sun, what a nice bad thing
To touch up to cancel ourselves
Eclipse eclipses
Moon and Sun, fire at sea
Primordial hunger for us
Slowly, going down
Between the waves up to cancel ourselves
Eclipse eclipses