Shell of a Moment!

So we talk! Words after words flowing to the mid of night…

under the watch of the bitter of the Moon

I’m like an open book, until, each time,

we get to wonder the past;

And once again I gaze into the green…

Wish we could remain in the mid of the night,

shell of a moment!

Si vorbim! Cuvintele curg chiar si dupa ceasurile miezului din noapte…

Nu ne mai vegheaza decat Luna Amara…
Incep sa iti par o carte deschisa, pana cand, de fiecare data
ajungem sa ne minunam cat timp a trecut;
iar eu ma pierd fara sa vreau in verde…

Am putea ramane, oare, blocati in miezul de noapte…
cochilie a  unei clipe.