And it was so good this summer
To become unaccustomed to my name
In that almost vineyard silence
And it that reality imitating dream.
And music shared the stillness with me,
No one in the world is more compliant.
Often it would lead me
To the end of my existence.
And I returned alone from there,
And I knew, indeed, that for the last time
I am carrying with me a feeling like a miracle