A field of flowers and my blood now falls it flows in the years and I lose everything and there’s only death and it calms this thin air and everyone sleeps and dreams in the dark
A field of nothing an empty memory I’m losing myself and leave everything a field of white bones a distant grey sky a slow oblivion enlightens me
But the clear and windy night that touches my memory has passed sometimes it comes back in the day in the sultry heat of summer Among the leaves there in the dark many curious eyes appeared to me and my life was made of wind and sky a life absorbed in the light forever
A field of flowers and nothing more… A field of nothing I can’t see the sign I’m not afraid and again I see white walls around those hills a distant sky and a strange light