Lately, the stolen light has got arrows
from the sun extinguished in the night.
And they pierce my ease.

Lately, my nights and their light
have got queer behaviours:
they bebecome younger.

Lately, my days have got a stolen darkness
from my nights which got stuck in the light.
And they have no thrill any more.

Lately, the darkness has got arrows
coming from the blackness of the day.
And they pierce my sight.

Lately, my days and their darkness
have got queere behaviours:
they become older.

Only one woman
there was
who could have enchanted
my nights and my days
with her smile.
The smile which I am looking for
and can't find any more.