To be sung in my night
Lost in the silent
water of my dream.
I alone, and the shade
of the cypresses, which awaits me
inside the mirror of the water
of my dream.
Stone, wind: could you
take me away from the continuous
crystal step, of the water
of my dream?
Beyond a deep night,
without voices, I drown
in the pain of the water
of my dream.
Autor(es): Salvador Espriu, Raimon