Irmao I won't disappear
Iramo When you're waking up
All your senses, all your feelings

Irmao ? I am not your god
Iramo - Come take my arm
Irmao When your closing up

To the real world, away from dreams
Irmao ? I am not your god


You aren't an icon of past
You aren't an opaque flash forward
You are the fragments of looking glass

Broken, but reflective

We have yet time

To rend our garments
To look out the window
Did destiny change it's mind

To empty the eyes of despair
Overboundance
We have yet enough time


And I am not your god
But weak and imperfect

Although I can be your humble monastery
Where you may deposit
Doubts, anger or reveries


Don't recede towards an abstract space
Before the time prescribed

Before this compulsory separation
I can show you the charm of ordinary day
Elementary colors

Leave your dreams of solitude
Fake misanthropic reality
Let's enjoy the true presence

I'm a sacred vase with divine breath