Eva Luna

Tell me a story
That bleeds in your memory
And in your heart

Eva Luna you have the truth
That the world begs of you

That which with the air
Usually arrives in the evening
From somewhere
And goes back in time to the end
And turns it into flesh
Where your love of wind and light goes
Where your wings go
That crystal angel born in your voice

Verbs and nostalgias
And your wait is a light
Spilled in the mornings

Tell me an old tale
That speaks to me of paths
Of some blue kingdom
Of a warm embrace at the station
Of a provincial train

There is no shadow that saddens
The sound in your sorrows
There is no pain

And that ancient and redeeming kiss
Will come to your door