Operà

I'm ready this time.

I'm ready.

Waiting the curtain rise to fly away

I'll be beautiful and divine, I promise,

like a dragonfly on its glory day.

Drinking bitter tears

moving between blind dummies.

The green fairy will beat her wand three time

to clean these muddy hands of mine.

(She dances. Dance little dancer dreaming the Operà)

I saw the sun shine like a diamond

before it began to drip black jelly rays.

And now I don't know where I am anymore.

Dear friend tell me where I am?

Please tell me where I am?

Please tell me who I am?

I am a feather fallen from an angel wings

denied by God, lost in space

caressed by the night.