In the Night of my Soul

[Marcus Nalgaber]

In the Night of my Soul

 

 

It rains, it rains
in the night of my soul
while the hours walk 
lost in the distance

It rains, it rains
on my eyes
on my face
a water of salt and almonds

that transforms me 
into nostalgia

and under that rain
the shadows are not longer shadows
but pools that fill up
with the echoes, echoes, echoes
of my childhood

echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes,

It rains life
it rains crying
it rains rains rains
seas of words that are nothing today

it rains rains rains
in the kisses that I gave