Come with the dark
All the elements floating in the stars.
Soon, in the land,
Receiving all connections with your eyes.

Surely comes, surely comes...

Far away in the deep space
We capture lost signals.
Remains of the background noise,
Which may our six senses perceive.

Born in this sand
I point my arms to the sky.
Turns me apart
And put computers on standby.

Surely comes, surely comes...

Tearing every tear of frustration,
Perennially working on finding the hidden.
And my hands are open to uncertainty
Carry on searching for the answer.

Painting the outside with black
And eyelids narrowed inside
Faint echoes of something that will never come
Define what's expected, almost eternal, to know.

I cling furiously to think
That she turned to me.
And her dark side
It gives us a breath of quiet.

Connections are disabled...
Moon is there in the sky...

Crowning the top of the center hill
I focus my lost gaze to infinity.
Periodically bits of hope come back
In the form of words resulting from the advance...