Forgotten Childhood

I exchange the covered embers in a brass plate
Adulthood is hiding, returning my forgotten childhood
in a collection of narratives.

A piece of cloud and the color of dusk are riddles,
my face and eyes turn red; I hold a fistful of dust.

History breaks down one by one,
the night is composing a song of sorrow and love,

A collage of stars is emerging,
A beetle lies on a bed of leaves,

The big waves of the sea are modifying
the present, this present will be the future.

An unusual excitement spread
throughout my body,

There's pitch darkness all around,
someone wants to throw me out.
I wake up from your dream.