Possibly years, I don't know.
Counting the passing hours
Everything merges with the night.
I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions
Different for everyone I see.
Since I just can't remember
Longer than last September.
Santiago, under the volcano,
Floats like a cushion on the sea.
Yet I can never sleep here
Everything ponders in the night.
Rosalie, we've been talking all summer
Picking the straw from our clothes.
See how the breeze has softened
Everything pauses in the night.
