Wicked wide eyes, kaleidoscopes
Pleading, whispered voice, dilated pupils
Dressed as the Moon, flowers on my hair
Lying on the warm sands of a Brazilian beach

Feet bathed in the turquoise waltz
Of our heavenly sea
Strawberries juicy on our lips
Feverish, sweating in heat

Drunk, High Hopes on our head
New old books never seen
And photos of a thousand revolutions
Sweet poetic terrorism

The phantom and all LPs from crazy collectors
While we are powered with solar energy
I confess: I see, but only through the screen
I live in this exceptional, very well-adorned world

Of rich pixels in detail
Both beautiful and terrifying neon lights
Trembling in my mind, I'm blind
I feel it so close when the buttons allow me

No, not the flower buds
But from computers
That lead me to the most beautiful oasis
Within a wireless world

Well chosen, worked and thoughtful characters
There are so many letters, images and mirages
I wonder if I'll ever feel
My body again, in fact, alive

I feel the weight of the whole world connected
The screen blinks, flashes and collapses
But our hands are always full of seeds and ideas
I arrive, sneaky, I embrace you smiling

You look at me, your kaleidoscope eyes shine
Syncronized breathing and touching
No clothes, no documents
About the lost sands, under the starving stars

Howling at the mother's show
Listening to the father's orchestra
Hypnotic kiss and bright eyes

Libertas quæ sera tamen
Freedom before it's too late
Insinuating bodies
Kaleidoscopes