tonight I whisper
to the spirits of the night
to take me up
to the skies and way above
I’ve thirty-three reasons
to confess my excuses
for loving unconditionally
I’ve thirty-three stories
to duplicate every wound
until I raise the death in me
I’ve only a heart
my melody is slowly dying
but I won’t be left empty
spirits of the night
take me up
before I surrender to him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem