Anxiety,
anarchy,
in the darkness
of my mind,
of my mind.
Then I imagine you,
prairie,
suddenly it was us.
There is no more haze,
there is no more haze.
White clouds to the northeast,
you are already on me.
You will dry me
in the wind.
Oasis, in my desert you are born.
Oasis, forests opened wide to the blue.
I get lost by now
in this world,
in your eyes
of a deep green.
Now for me you are
almost love
and I become aware of you,
of each taste of yours
slipping, slowing down.
Luminous seas and then
I and you are us
in the unreality
of time.
Oasis, in my desert you are born.
Oasis, forests opened wide to the blue.
I get lost by now
in this world,
in your eyes
of a deep green.