Giorgio Tuma - Bright Hugs

Talking on the sea
In a non place you say
Fleeting glimpse of gulls
My trunk is full of waves
And if you pry into it
The bluish emotions will come out and flood the bridge

And in this noisy trip
My hair will turn into a thorny wooden twist
But treasures light your eyes
But treasures light your eyes
This treasure shakes with light
Grows wan and breaks

Iridescent sea
In a non place again
Fleeting glimps of gulls
My trunk was full of tales
At last you pried into it
And bluish emotions swallowed up us on the bridge

At last the crowd is still
And we both got into enormous liquid wheels
New treasures light your eyes
New treasures light your eyes
This treasure grows with light
It varnishes desires
New treasures light your eyes
This treasure grows with light
It varnishes desires
Crumbling all fears