Dark clouds
You bite my shoulder at the middle of the turbulence
A nervous stewardess asks for calmness
I caress your breasts and touch the excited heart
And you take you glove off for I can read your hand
And your palm has no lines
I know that's a dream
I am so bothered in a strange body
With statesmen of Latin America
They're all noticing my burning eyes
Looking at a distant direction
They guess I can see any salvation
But I can't, all I see is you on the hill
At which corner did I turned without seeing
And I ended up in Cairo, or Lima, or Calcutta
What is that language which I speak curses
And the wall is echoing
In Lisbon
People make trouble in my castle
Pale economist people ask for calmness
I take your smooth hand
Through a spiral staircase
And at the top of the tower
I show you the string
Where my soul sways in vain
In Macao, Maputo, Mecca, Bogotá
What dream is this which I can't go out from
And which I keep stumbling
And I fall and I get up in another dream
I know that's a dream
Not because I throw pearls from the balcony
And the legion of hungry people fight
Not because our jet flies
Rubbing cathedrals
But because in fact you don't want me anymore
Indeed, you have never been mine in your live