Melancholia caressed my stretched hand

And together we came,

dancing to the sound of a shining vertigo.



For we are one

yet one is nothing



Come on, walk through this open womb

One little step at a time.



Oblique visions of captivity

Swirl silently around us

As we join hands with Desire



For we are nothing

and nothing is One



Walking through the open wombs of time

we attend the great and secret masquerade.