that night i sewed
a long black dress
to calm the hungry of my gloom
with a rought sorrow
that night i cried
looking at the moon
who injured me making me a kiss
in my cold heart
(estrib.)
silver hands sewing cold with sharp
needles a rought sorrow...
that night i missed
your hot big arms
while it was twinning my woumb
between my hands
that night it was
the longest night
it was like that only dress
i sewed alone.