Litany -the very last call

I talked to God through the stoned cold
And he listened to my prayer somewhere between
The dawns and the first ray of the sun
When the orphaned shadows still float in the air
Time has mixed the departure with the arrival
Leaned on the nude sadness on the edge of the impenetrable tomb
Morning is still the most beautiful part of the day
If you wake up next to a candle , a cup of coffee
And the icons have fallen from your chest

We're here and there in a generalized confusion
And don't know if the touch is love or hate
Black or white ,if we climb or descend ,if the rock is a friend or a burden
We live both as a tornado and a vertigo
The sky is painting colors when all dead go to sleep
Angels fall on their knees ,they know all my teardrops
Like a submergence into the deep
We are born, we die, nothing between
Maybe just an immense hourglass

The bored faces build a fall into nothingness
Intoxicated by the gesture of birth ,waking the need for a gulp of oxygen
The desire to hide our lives as a lost piece of frozen soul
I won't touch the moment ,the roar of life slowly passing on my forehead
No, I won't wait anymore for the healing of my broken wings
I can also fly with a slain happiness and a stoned flesh