L’amour naissant

What world has not known the breath

Of emptiness

Felt the turmoil in front of the “Powers

From Within”, do tell?

What house has never cried

A child

What angel has not fallen before the beauty

Of sunset?, see

What vertigo takes over our breaths

At present

The anathema is heavy, the oaths burning

It’s disconcerting, do tell?

Which is she who hasn’t drowned

In her tears

The ocean is cold, my life like

Ryan’s Daughter

What Ireland would like to forget

It’s legends

I feel the turmoil in front of her “Powers

From Within”, do tell?

What shiver that shatters me

In her belly

The ocean is cold, my life like

Ryan’s Daughter