I
On the wide avenues
the narrow alley
feeling the heat from your hand that
Alliance.
II
now walk through forests
studded with stalactites and stalagmites and
wolf howling hungry
bird without a nest
the memory arises of that alliance promises
innocent without knowing
least.
III
And here I got tired
seeking ways by which we can move
IV
What will become of you?
Of me?
[Luna]
