Melancholia caressed my stretched hand
And together we came,
dancing to the sound of a shining vertigo.


For we are one
yet one is nothing


Come on, walk through this open womb
One little step at a time.


Oblique visions of captivity
Swirl silently around us

As we join hands with Desire

For we are nothing

and nothing is One

Walking through the open wombs of time

we attend the great and secret masquerade.