Two light lines awake dusty things

They cut up the darkness with rage


the lines of light…


Dirty, shapeless objects that cry

They are left in their sad stillness


the lines of light…


You, brave lines light empty and pain

You, sweet lines light silence and loss


Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…


From the small holes you run away 

From the great sleep you are afraid


Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…


All inside remains lost and unreal

All inside remains wet and cold


Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…