Open your heart
Which I want to pass
To go by train . . .
Flowers kissing the floor
Stones to dream
Everything in a trance of love
The blandishments will come
Loose through the air
Coming from over there
And from within your heart
Or whatever place
Everything will shine also
There where the air borders the light
All charm will navigate
In the unraveling of a passion
A storm is born in the wind
It grows and it becomes a woman
To lead me
In the illusion
Open your heart
Which I want to pass
To go by train . . .
Arrows of solitude
Sing to greet
Nights of moonlight
In vain.