Now I see again a shadow beside me It is something I have been knowing for a long time It grazes me and then it looks at me, here it is, near me. But what’s reality? If we are prisoners of the world where we live That decides for us, solitary shipwrecked persons, who sail without being free. We lose ourselves in the evening, in the ray of light that the moon gives us for a few moments… … and a breath rocks us in the night, it takes us away in the wind.