As noites da Radio Lisboa

In space, far from the shore... from the battlefield
the lights extinguish my boat
without gravity, in me, everything
the past turns into a garden

The skin of the Earth shrank
waves of stone, centuries of plastic
I go to infinity, I am Ulysses
the winds spread
the echoes of the planet in the orbit

In the darkness, in the room next to the lamp
the beats of a heart were getting mixed up
with the broadcasts of Radio Lisbon
at the last limits of the night... at the border