I’m telling you that…
No eternal mercy will forgive us
for destroying the clear dawn.
Looking back on those days,
everything seems simple — and confused.
One summer night, I strolled along the pier,
met two young girls.
The blonde was named Freedom,
and the dark-haired one, Adventure;
We talked, and they told me this story…
So listen…
I will speak of Texas and the divine rhythm,
that flows gently, calmly, sometimes with fury,
like a new kind of language,
striking our heads without warning,
from a divine messenger.
Let me speak of anxiety and the loss of God,
wandering through a hopeless night…
Here, on the outskirts, there are no stars,
here, it’s only you and me,
untouched, in a trance.
