somewhere in the silence of the falling light I found a voice...a soft voice that caressed the leaves of my soul before touching the moan of fear in the moisture of my eyes...On the feminine walk of my tears where the masculine heart of the night meditates, I left a scar to awaken the sleeping fragrance of your kisses...With the ink of my blood I write a vow on the feathers of a phoenix who tears apart the frozen whispers of the sky and writes a name; a name in whose naked body I found a spell; a spell left by the utterance of his touch...